Classic Poem

I.

  No mortal tongue can ever tell,
  The horrors of that gloomy night,
 When I hung o'er the brink of hell,
 Expecting soon my wretched flight!

II.

  I felt my burden waste my life,
 While guilt did ev'ry hope devour,
Trembling I stretch'd with groans and strife
  For to escape the dreadful hour.

III.

 But in the mind of all my grief,
 The great Messiah spoke in love;
 His arm appear'd for my relief,
And bid my guilt and sorrows move,

IV.

He pluck'd me from the jaws of hell,
  With his almighty arm of pow'r;
 And O! no mortal tongue can tell,
 The change of that immortal hour!

V.

  Then I enjoy'd a sweet release,
 From chains of sin and pow'rs of death,
 My soul was fill'd with heavn'ly peace,
My groans were turn'd to praising breath.

VI.

 How did my tongue rejoice to tell
 The goodness of the Lord to me!
And O! my soul with him shall dwell
 Ere long from all my sorrows free.

VII.

 O may I live to spread his name
While mortal life with me remains,
Then will I sound his lasting fame
 In glory with immortal strains.