Classic Poem

J ESUS , to whose all-seeing eye
My foes, my fears, my wants, are known;
In wants, in fears, from foes I fly,
For refuge, to thy pow'rful throne.

Thy face, whose beams like lightning dart
On open guilt and cover'd guile;
Cheers with soft rays the upright heart,
And sheds a heav'n in every smile.

To thee, O Lord, my humble breast
Appeals for its integrity.
All guile, all evil I detest,
Glowing with grateful love to thee.

Thy anger worse than death I fear,
Thy favour more than life I prize,
O let my right in thee be clear,
I'll spurn at all beneath the skies.