Classic Poem

A wretched Vagrant, here behold me!
A wand'rer on the desart plain;
In early youth a tyrant sold me,
She sold me for the love of gain!

A guilty culprit Justice found me,
And banish'd to a distant land —
And now return'd, while feelings wound me,
A dismal Outcast still I stand!

As wand'ring on a Sabbath morning,
Beside a church I took my way,
Impell'd by some propitious warning,
Within the sacred porch I lay!

A tatter'd wretch, I dar'd not enter,
But words of comfort caught my ear,
And seem'd to say, a wretch might venture
At Mercy's seat, tho' banish'd here!

And One, I heard, (how vast the blessing!)
Had sav'd poor Sinners from despair;
I felt sweet Hope my soul possessing,
And humbly join'd in ardent pray'r.

That hour thro' life shall be my treasure —
No fraud shall now my wants supply;
And shou'd the world still shew displeasure,
I'll trust in God , and meekly die!