Classic Poem

Confusion, anguish, and distress,
The wicked shall assail,
To give them battle, with disgrace,
And o'er their strength prevail.

Because against th' almighty Lord
They boldly take the field;
Yea, run upon his flaming sword,
And on his blazing shield.

Mad wretches! they defy their God,
And void of holy fear,
Deride his darts that fly abroad,
And rush upon his spear.

But soon their hope shall be dissolv'd,
And sunk in sudden fright;
Their pride abash'd, their heads involv'd
In everlasting night.