Classic Poem

Jehovah, judge my cause,
Avenge me of my foe,
Fight against Satan and his host,
Oh lay the strong one low!

I have cast off his yoke,
Renounced his cursed sway;
For this he doubly hates, and longs
To seize me as his prey.

To thee, and to thy cross,
For help, O Lord, I flee;—
He must prevail, if thou do not,
O Lord, deliver me!

For thou hast vanquished him!
Let him not conquer me;
Put him to shame, O Lord;
Give me the victory.

It is not strength that wins:
My weakness is my shield;
In lowly trust we fight the fight,
And meekness wins the field.

Give me the lowly heart,
Cast out each thought of pride;
Let gentleness and love come in,
And as my guests abide.

Thy will, not mine, be done;
I would not choose my own;
But let me ever, ever be
Thy servant, Lord, alone.

Jesus, to thee I flee,
Jesus, thy cross I clasp;
Save me from Satan's hellish power,
Oh pluck me from his grasp.

So shall I praise thee, Lord,
And thy great name adore,
With Father and with Spirit one,
For ever, evermore.