Classic Poem

To hear me, Lord, be Thou inclin'd;
My thoughts O ponder in Thy mind,
And let my cries acceptance find.
Thou hear'st my morning sacrifice;
To Thee, before the day-star rise,
My pray'rs ascend with steadfast eyes.

Thou lov'st no vice; none dwells with Thee;
Nor glorious fools Thy beauty see;
All sin-defil'd detested be.
Liars shall sink beneath Thy hate,
Who thirst for blood and weave deceit,
Thy rage shall swiftly ruinate.

I to Thy temple will repair,
Since infinite Thy mercies are,
And Thee adore with fear and pray'r.
My God, conduct me by Thy grace,
For many have my soul in chase:
Set Thy strait paths before my face.

False are their tongues, their hearts are hollow,
Like gaping sepulchres they swallow;
Fawn and betray ev'n those they follow.
With vengeance girt these rebels round,
In their own counsels them confound;
Since their transgressions thus abound.

Joy they with an exalted voice,
That trust in Thee, Who guard'st Thy choice;
Let those who love Thy name rejoice.
Thy blessings shall in show'rs descend,
Thy favour as a shield defend
All those who righteousness intend.