Classic Poem

Lord thou in Heav'n and in my heart
My witnesse art,
If to oppresse the Innocent
I ever meant,
Then let the Foe my life confound,
And tread my Honours to the ground.

The mists which cozen humane sight
Shrink from thy light;
The Heart and Reins thy searching eies
Anatomize;
Truth wrapt in darknesse, lost in doubt,
To day restoring; O shine out.

Nor guilty in the ills I bear
Let me appear;
Though innocence from their success
My foes profess,
Yet pardon what amiss they do,
Ev'n in this World unpunish'd too.

From ills that rage, or seem to sleep,
Thy servant keep:
As to this crime my hands are white;
My heart upright.
Plead thou my cause, just Judge defend me,
And joy in thy salvation send me.