Classic Poem

Great God of num'rous hosts, who reigns alone
The sole possessor of th' imperial throne:
Since mental tastes of thy delicious grace
So sweetly relish in thy holy place,
This is the subject of my tabled pray'r,
To have the vision of thy glory there.
O let my cry pierce the etherial frame,
And mercy's echo follow down the same.
Omnicient Being, favour my desire,
Hide not thy goodness in paternal ire:
Why, thou hast giv'n in an eternal band
To Jacob and his seed thy royal hand.
And promis'd, by thy sacred Deity,
His King and covenanted God to be;
Therefore my hopes are center'd all in thee.