Classic Poem

Lord! for help I look to thee,
Break my bonds and set me free;
Lest, by cruel prowlers torn,
Helpless I be left to mourn.

Rise, Jehovah! in thy wrath,
Raging foes beset my path;
Come, and make thy justice clear,
Let mine innocence appear.

Saints shall then surround thy throne,
Thee, their sov'reign Lord, to own,
When, to make their bliss complete,
Thou shalt take thy royal seat.

Thou, who searchest ev'ry heart!
Now espouse my righteous part;
Let the wicked cease their strife,
Crown the just with endless life.