Classic Poem

1. The sun and moon so high and bright Stood still within
2. Thou didst move through the land in wrath; The heathen thou
their dwelling sphere, Then movèd at Thine arrows
didst thresh in rage. Thou forth also didst make thy
their dwelling sphere,
didst thresh in rage.
light, At shining of thy glittering spear.
path For safety of thy heritage.
thy glittering spear.
thy heritage.

3. Though fig tree blossom not at all,
Nor any fruit in vines appear,
The labour of the olive fail,
And though the fields no meat should bear;

4. Though flocks should be cut off from fold,
In stall no herd should have abode,
Yet in the Lord rejoice I would
I'll joy in my salvation's God.