Classic Poem

Lord , Thou art the only scope
Of my never-fainting hope,
My salvation, my defence,
Refuge of my innocence.
Thou the rock I build upon,
Not by man to be o'erthrown.
How long will you machinate,
Persecute with causeless hate?
You shall like a tott'ring wall,
Like a batter'd bulwark, fall.
All conspire to cast me down,
From my brows to tear my crown.
Full of fraud, they bless in show,
When their thoughts with curses flow.
Yet my soul on God attends,
All my hope on Him depends.
He the rock I build upon,
Not by man to be o'erthrown.
He my glory, He my tow'r,
Guards me by His saving pow'r.
You, who are sincere and just,
In the Lord for ever trust.
Pour your hearts before His throne,
His, Who can protect alone.
All that are of high descent,
To the poor and indigent,
Nothing are but vanity,
Nothing but deceive and lie.
Balanc'd, altogether they
Lighter than a vapour weigh.
In oppression trust thou not,
Nor in wealth by rapine got.
If thy riches multiply,
See thou prize them not too high.
God said once, twice have I heard,
Pow'r is His, by Him conferr'd.
His is mercy, He rewards,
And, as we deserve, regards.