Classic Poem

King David shall rejoice
In thee, O Lord, his tow'r,
The man of God's own choice,
Whom grace and might impow'r:
But when his Saviour he shall plead,
His joy to transport shall exceed.

Thou hast indulg'd thy gift,
And his petitions blest,
Acording to the drift
Of his supreme request.
Thou hast accepted, nor oppos'd
The name, in which his pray'r he clos'd

Henceforth thou shalt prevent
By grace his heart's desires,
Thy blessing shall be sent
Or e'er his pray'r aspires;
His crown shall be of purest gold,
And Judah's sceptre he shall hold

He with devotion su'd
For health and length of years,
And thou his life renew'd,
And freed him of his fears;
Thou shalt eternalize the grant,
And to perpetual bliss transplant

The rays of his renown
From thy salvation beam,
Thou shalt his greatness crown
With grace and high esteem;
And glories which from heav'n advance
Upon his lifted face shall glance.

For thou shalt give him taste
Of everlasting bliss,
And from the carnal paste
Thou shalt his soul dismiss,
That he in heav'n may take his place,
And see his Saviour face to face.

And this because the king
Has his affiance built
On him, which o'er the sting
Of death and lures of guilt
Shall ever in the height prevail,
And in such hope he shall not fail.

Thine enemies shall find,
In spite of unbelief,
That thou art loving kind;
Th' adult'ress and the thief
Shall shed a penitential flood,
And own thine all-sufficient blood.

From everlasting death
Thou shalt their souls reprieve,
And from thy blessed BREATH,
Thy grace they shall receive;
The flames of hell thou shalt abate,
And blunt the darts of mortal hate.

Their children shall be taught
And nurtur'd in the right;
For with the price they're bought,
And Christ's eternal light,
Which beams from his victorious tree,
Shall of his burden make them free.

And all this mighty good
They shall from thee obtain;
Tho' they thy word withstood,
And tho' the Lamb was slain
By their confederate fraud and force,
Foul hands and hearts without remorse.

But thou shalt make them turn
Their backs upon their crimes;
And by repentance spurn
The filth of former times;
And to their rapture thou shalt show
The waters of thine em'rald bow.

Let exaltation pil'd
On exaltation bless
The man so much revil'd
For meekness in excess.
“Why callest thou me GOOD”—adore,
Sing praise and magnify the more.