Classic Poem

Lord , Thy deserved wrath assuage,
Nor punish in Thy burning ire;
Let mercy mitigate Thy rage,
Before my fainting life expire.

O heal! My bones with anguish ache;
My pensive heart with sorrow worn;
How long wilt Thou my soul forsake?
O pity, and at length return!

O let Thy mercies comfort me,
And Thy afflicted servant save!
Who will in death remember Thee,
Or praise Thee in the silent grave?

Vex'd by insulting enemies,
My groans disturb the peaceful night;
My bed wash'd with my streaming eyes,
Through grief grown old, and dim of sight.

All you of wicked life depart;
The Lord, my God, hath heard my cry:
He will recure my wounded heart,
And turn my tears to tides of joy.

Who hate me, let dishonour wound,
Let fear their guilty souls affright;
With shame their haughty looks confound,
And let them vanish from my sight.