Classic Poem

Thou , Guardian of my truth and me,
That from these straits hast set me free,
O hear my pray'r;
Be I Thy care;
For mercy lives in Thee.

You sons of men, how long will you
Eclipse my glory, and pursue
Lov'd vanities;
Delight in lies,
To man, to God untrue?

Know, God my innocence hath blest,
And will with sov'reignty invest;
His gentle ear
Prepar'd to hear
My never vain request.

Sin not, but fear; surcease, and try
Your hearts, as on your beds you lie:
Pure gifts present
With pure intent,
And place your hopes on high.

But earthly minds false wealth admire,
And toil with uncontroll'd desire.
With clear aspect
Thy beams reflect,
And heav'nly thoughts inspire.

O let my joy, exempt from fears,
Their joys transcend when autumn bears
His pleasant wines
On cluster'd vines,
And grain-replenish'd ears.

Now shall the peaceful hand of sleep
In heav'nly dew my senses steep;
Whom Thy large Wings,
O King of kings,
In shades of safety keep.