Classic Poem

O thou, whose justice reigns on high,
And makes th' oppressor cease!
Behold how envious sinners try
To vex and break my peace!

The sons of violence and lies,
Join to devour me, Lord!
But as my hourly dangers rise,
My refuge is thy word.

In God most holy, just, and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what flesh can do,
The offspring of the dust.

When to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee;
So swift is pray'r to reach the sky,
So near is God to me.