Classic Poem

In pity, Lord! direct my mind,
Thy sacred attributes to find.
A wand'rer in this nether world,
Too oft, alas! in error hurl'd,
Thy word a Lantern to my feet,
Shall lead me to thy judgment-seat.
Man by delusion is betray'd,
And needs thy all-sufficient aid;
Thy comprehensive pow'r can teach,
The heights his frailty cannot reach.
Oh! grant to those whose steps have err'd,
The guidance of thy holy word;
Giving them grace to judge aright,
And walk for ever in thy sight.
From sin converted, may they hence
Be Penitents in stricter sense;
From strong conviction, may their minds
Feel the repose which Virtue finds;
May trust and confidence in thee.
From apprehensions fet them free;
To thee may all their wishes tend,
Thou great Creator! gen'ral friend!
Supreme, yet merciful and just:
Our present joy and future trust:
The comfort of a human breast,
The haven which affords it rest;
The God of Truth, whom all adore,
Who studiously thy works explore:
To highest pitch our zeal they raise,
To celebrate thy glorious praise,
Thy creatures thus enraptur'd sing,
“Glory to God, Eternal King!”