Classic Poem

Thou Great Protector, hear my cry,
Save from my dreadful enemy.
O vindicate
From their close hate
Who for my soul in ambush lie.
From their blind rage protect
Who truth and Thee reject.

Who whet their tongues more sharp than swords,
Their arrows draw, e'en bitter words,
To wound th' upright
With fierce delight,
When time to their desire accords;
Then on a sudden shoot,
Nor fear divine pursuit.

Confirm'd in skilful malice, they
Conspire, their nets in secret lay,
And say, What eye
Can this descry?
First counsel take, and then betray,
On mischief set their hearts,
Pursued by wicked arts.

But God shall let His arrows fly,
Wound in the twinkling of an eye;
Each deadly stung
By his own tongue
Shall with that fatal poison die.
Who this behold or hear
Shall tremble with cold fear.

Men shall their eyes with wonder raise,
Rehearse His deeds and sing His praise,
Eternity
Shall crown their joy
Who walk in His prescribed ways.
He to the pure of heart
His glory shall impart.