Classic Poem

Bless'd, O thrice bless'd, is he,
Whose sins remitted be:
And whose impieties
God covers from His eyes.
To whom his sins are not
Imputed, as forgot;
His soul with guile unstain'd.
While silent I remain'd,
My bones consum'd away,
I roared all the day,
For on me day and night
Thy hand did heavy light.
My moisture dried throughout,
Like to a summer's drought.
I then my sins confess'd,
How far I had transgress'd;
When all I had reveal'd,
Thy Hand my pardon seal'd.
For this who godly are
Shall seek to Thee by pray'r;
Seek, when Thou mayst be found;
In deluges undrown'd.
Thou art my safe retreat,
My shield, when dangers threat;
Shalt my deliverance
With songs of joy advance.
I will instruct and show
The way which thou shouldst go,
The way to piety,
And guide thee with Mine eye.
Be not like mule and horse,
Whose reason is their force,
Whose mouth the bit and rein,
Lest they rebel, restrain;
Innumerable woes
The wicked shall enclose,
But those who God affect,
His mercy shall protect.
O you who are upright
In God your God delight.
You just, His blessed choice,
In Him with songs rejoice.