Classic Poem

Lord, who am I, even worthless I!
And what's my house that thou,
Ev'n thou, hast rais'd me up so high,
And brought me hitherto?

Yet more than this, which unto thee
A thing but small appear'd,
Thou said'st, Thy servant's house shall be
To future ages rear'd;

And hast, O God, in favour great,
Regarded abject me,
According to the princely state
Of one of high degree.

Expressions fail me to relate
Thy favours shown to me;
And for thy servant's honour great
What more can added be?

Is this the manner, O Most High,
Of man on earth? Sure no.
What more can David say to thee?
Thou dost thy servant know.

Thou for thy word, thy servant's sake,
As with thy heart's design,
This store so great and good dost make
All known to me and mine.

Thy greatness then, O Lord, appears;
And goodness uncompar'd:
No God like thee, (no mortal ears
Thine equal ever heard.)

And what one nation here below
Is like thy people known,
Whom God Redeemer went unto
To win them for his own?

That driving nations out by them,
Who were from Egypt freed,
Thou mightest make to thee a name
Of greatness and of dread:

Great things for Isra'l, yea, for thee,
The great Redeemer plods,
To set thee from the nations free,
And from their naughty gods.

For, Lord, thou hast confirm'd for thine,
Thy people Isra'l still,
And to become their God and mine,
Was ev'n thy sov'reign will.

What for my house and me was spoke,
Firm then for ay be made;
And never, Lord, thy word revoke,
But do as thou hast said.

Firm be it, that thy fame abroad
May still be publish'd thus,
" The Lord of hosts is Isra'l's God,
Whose God is God with us .

And, Lord, let this be granted me,
That to thy lasting praise,
Thy servant David's house may be,
Before thee fix'd always.

For thou, my God, didst this impart,
That built my house shall be:
Thy servant hence found in his heart
To pray this pray'r to thee.

And now, O Lord, thou art that God,
And true thy words will prove,
Thou hast me promis'd all this load
Of goodness in thy love.

O then, Lord, to thy servant's house,
The promis'd bliss convey,
That it may stand, for holy use,
Before thy face for aye.

For since thy word is past, O Lord,
That blest my house shall be,
With blessings shall my house be stor'd,
And blest eternally.