Classic Poem

To thy seat, O Consolation,
I have made my plaintive plea,
And preferr'd my supplication,
O my Saviour God, to thee.

Tears and tender strains diffusive,
I presented as I knelt,
And compos'd my words allusive
To the troubles which I felt.

Thou, when all my mirth subsided,
Saw the path I went to pray;
As to thee my steps I guided,
Traitors laid me by the way

To my right-hand I bestow me,
Where my former friends were plac'd,
But I find that none will know me,
Thus dejected and disgrac'd.

Of our refuge, not a city
Op'd her hospitable gate,
Nor was there a man to pity
My poor soul's abandon'd state.

To the Lord I cry'd, confessing
His benevolence and pow'r;
Thou my hope, and thou my blessing,
Ev'n to life's extremest hour.

O consider my condition,
Whence arises such complaint
For, remov'd from thy tuition,
I am quite reduc'd and faint

From my burden disencumber,
From my persecutors save;
For their malice, strength and number
Are too much for me to brave.

Take me from this bondage hateful,
Which my spirit so dismays,
That again the good and grateful
May attend my song of praise.