Classic Poem

Part I.

O N Thee with confidence I call,
To Thee my troubled soul erect;
Lord, let not shame my look deject,
Nor malice triumph in my fall.
Thy servants save; but those confound,
Who innocence with slander wound.

In Thy disclosed paths direct;
Thy truth, that leading star display,
O my Redeemer! ev'ry day
My dangers Thy relief expect.
Think of Thy mercies shown of old;
Thy mercies more than can be told.

The sins of my unbridled youth,
Nor frail transgressions call to mind:
Let those that seek, Thy mercy find,
Ev'n for the honour of Thy truth.
God, ever just and good, the way
Of life will shew to such as stray.

The meek in righteousness shall guide;
To such His heav'nly will express,
Which shall with truth and mercy bless
All such as in His laws abide.
My sins so numerous and great
O for Thy honour, Lord, forget!

Part II.

What's he who fears the Ever-bless'd?
To him shall He His paths disclose;
His soul refresh'd with calm repose,
The land by his fair race possess'd:
To him His counsels shall impart,
And seal His cov'nants in his heart.

On Thee with fixed eyes I wait,
My feet enlarge Thou from their snares.
O pity me, so worn with cares,
Despised, poor, and desolate!
The troubles of my mind increase,
Lord, from their galling yoke release!

Behold Thou my affliction,
The toil and straits wherein I live;
My sins so infinite, forgive.
Behold my foes, how potent grown!
How are they multiplied of late,
Who hate me with a deadly hate.

Deliver, O from shame protect;
Since from my faith I never swerve,
Let innocence and truth preserve.
Who constantly Thy aid expect.
Redeem Thy chosen Israel,
And sorrow from his breast expell.