Classic Poem

LORD , judge my cause: Thy piercing eye

Beholds my soul's integrity.
How can I fall:
When I, and all
My hopes on Thee rely?
Examine, try my reins and heart;
Thou, mercy's source, my object art;
Nor from Thy truth
Have I in youth,
Or will in age depart.

Men sold to sin offend my sight,
I hate the two-tongued hypocrite;
Those who devise
Malicious lies,
And in their crimes delight.

But will, with hands immaculate,
And off'rings, at Thy altar wait;
Thy praise disperse
In grateful verse,
Thy noble acts relate.

Thy house, in my esteem excells;
The mansion where Thy glory dwells.
My life O close
Not up with those,
Whose sin Thy grace expells!

Who guiltless blood with pleasure spill,
Subverting bribes their right-hands fill;
Bold in offence;
But innocence
And truth shall guard me still.

Redeem; O with Thy grace sustain!
My feet now stand upon the plain.
Thy justice I
Will magnify,
With those who fear Thy Name.