Classic Poem

Version of Paraphrase of the Psalm, A - Psalm 70

1.

Haste to my aid, my Saviour, haste;
My Soul, by hostile numbers chas'd,
To Thee directs its pray'r:
In wild confusion backward borne
Their wish defeated let them mourn,
And lost in empty air.

2.

Be shame their just reward assign'd,
While round me with relentless mind
Derision's shout they raise:
Thy Bliss let All who seek thee share,
And, taught thy Love, that Love declare
In songs of ceaseless praise.

3.

While These in thy Salvation joy,
Increasing griefs my thought employ,
And speediest aid demand.
My Helper and Redeemer, hear;
O, instant in my cause appear,
And reach thy saving hand.English