Classic Poem

1.

On God my stedfast hopes rely:
Why urge ye then my soul to fly,
And swift on trembling wings convey'd
To seek the mountain's cov'ring shade?
See, prompt to ill, th' insidious foe
Now couch'd in secret bend the bow,
Now to the string adjust the dart,
That thirsts to wound the guiltless heart:
While Justice mourns her Base o'erthrown,
Say who the injur'd cause shall own?

2.

Thou, Lord, that cause wilt still sustain;
Thou, thron'd amid thy heav'nly fane,
Shalt cast, regardful, from on high
On suff'ring innocence thine eye,
Each human heart intent to prove,
And bid the souls that seek thy Love,
Blest objects of thy constant care,
The fulness of thy bounty share;
While lawless hands and hearts impure
Thy wrath and stedfast hate endure.

3.

Behold the lightnings wing their way,
Behold the fires vindictive stray;
While from thy hand the baleful draught,
With storm and mingled sulphur fraught,
In wild amaze the impious Train
Low to its utmost dregs shall drain:
For (just himself,) where'er it shines
To Justice God his Love inclines,
Delighted in the upright mind
His own reflected beams to find.