Classic Poem

Oh! save, great God! my sinking soul;
Behold how high the billows roll!
I'm whelm'd beneath the mountain-wave,
And find, alas! a miry grave.

My voice is spent with long complaints,
Mine eye with constant watching faints;
My foes without a cause increase,
They rage and rave, and never cease.

O God! thou hearest ev'ry groan,
And all my woes to thee are known;
O Lord, Jehovah, God of hosts!
Hear how the proud oppressor boasts!

Lord God of Israel! hear my cry,
Lest all, who seek thee, faint and die,
Lest they, who trust in thy great name,
Through my repulse be put to shame.