Classic Poem

O God, give sentence on my side,
And patronise my righteous cause
Against the sons of sin and pride
That violate thy laws.

For 'tis thy love which makes me strong,
Why dost thou then my soul divorce
To drag this load of life along
Beneath oppressive force?

O issue forth thy radiant beam,
Thy truth O give me to pursue;
Thy holy hill, thy living stream,
Thy temple let me view!

O God my God, that I may go
With joy and gladness to my pray'rs,
And touch, while thankful accents flow,
The harp's divinest airs!

Why do I drag this loathsome load,
Whence, O my soul, art thou opprest,
And what are these the stings, that goad,
And wound my tortur'd breast?

O put thy trust in God again,
The cup of thankfulness fulfill,
He shall thy countenance sustain,
And is thy Saviour still.