Classic Poem

And in that day, this same shal be our song,
In Juda land this shall be sung and said,
We have a citie which is woondrous strong,
And for the walles, the Lord himself our aid.

Open the gates, yea set them open wide,
And let the godly and the righteous passe:
Yea let them enter, and therein abide,
Which keepe his lawes, and do his trueth imbrace:

And in thy judgment thou wilt sure preserve,
In perfect peace those which doo trust in thee:
Trust in the Lord, which dooth all trust deserve,
He is thy strength, and none but onelie he.

He will bring downe the proud that looke so hie,
The stateliest buildings he wil soone abase:
And make them even with the ground to lie,
And unto dust he will their pride deface.

It shall be troden to the verie ground,
The poore and needy downe the same shal tread:
The just mans way in righteousnes is found,
Into a path most plaine thou wilt him lead.

But we have waited long for thee, oh Lord
And in thy way of judgment we do rest:
Our soules doth joy thy name still to record,
And thy remembrance doth content us best.

My soule hath long'd for thee (oh Lord) by night,
And in the morn my spirit for thee hath sought:
Thy judgments to the earth give such a light,
As al the world by them thy trueth is taught.

But shew thy mercie to the wicked man,
He wil not learne thy righteousnes, to know,
His chiefe delight is still to curse and ban,
And unto thee, himselfe he will not bow.

They doo not once at all regard thy power,
Thy peoples zeale shall let them see their shame,
But with a fire thou shalt thy foes devoure,
And cleane consume them with a burning flame.

With peace thou wilt preserve us (Lord) alone,
For thou hast wrought great woonders for our sake
And other Gods beside thee have we none:
Only in thee we all our comfort take.

The dead and such as sleep within the grave,
Shal give no glorie, nor yeeld praise to thee:
Which here on earth no place nor being have,
And thou hast rooted out of memorie.

Oh Lord thou doost this nation multiply,
Thou Lord hast blest this nation with increase:
Thou art most glorious in thy majesty,
Thou hast inlarg'd the earth with perfect peace.

We cride to thee, and oft our hands did wring,
When we have seen thee bent to punishment.
Like to a woman in childbyrth traveiling,
Even so in paine we mourne and doo lament.

We have conceiv'd and laboured with paine,
But only wind at last we forth have brought:
Upon the earth no hope there doth remaine,
The wicked world likewise availes us nought.

The dead shal live, and such as sleep in grave
With their own bodies once shal rise againe:
Sing ye, that in the dust your dwelling have,
The earth no more her bodies shall retaine.

Come, come my people to my chamber here,
And shut the doores up surely after thee:
Hide thou thy selfe, and doo not once appeare,
Nor let thine eies mine indignation see.

For from above the Lord is now dispos'd
To scourge the sinnes that in the world remaine:
His servants blood in earth shal be disclosde,
And she shal now yeeld up her people slaine.