Classic Poem

And will the God of grace
Perpetual silence keep?
The God of justice hold his peace,
And let his vengeance sleep?

Behold what cruel snares,
Our haughty masters spread!
The men, whom thy forbearance spares,
Lift up their threat'ning head.

Beneath their wrath we lie,
Our mis'ries give them joy;
See how they watch with evil eye,
Our comfort to destroy!

Awake, Almighty God!
And call thy pow'r to mind;
Make them to bow beneath thy rod,
And let them pardon find.

Convince their madness, Lord!
And make them seek thy name;
Or else their impious rage reward,
And turn their pride to shame.