Classic Poem

My God, Thy servant hear,
O lend a willing ear.
In exile my sad heart
From earth's remotest part,
O'erwhelm'd with miseries,
To Thee for succour cries,
To that high Rock, O lead,
So far above my head,
That wert and art my tow'r,
Against oppressing pow'r,
For to Thy sacred court
I ever shall resort,
Secure beneath Thy wings
From all their menacings.
Ev'n Thou my suit hast sign'd,
A king by Thee design'd,
To govern such as will
Thy holy law fulfill.
Whom Thou long life wilt give,
His ages shall outlive;
His throne shall stand before
Thy Face for evermore.
Thy mercy, Lord, extend,
Him for Thy truth defend.
Then I in cheerful lays
Will celebrate Thy praise,
And to Thee ev'ry day
My vows devoutly pay.