Classic Poem

1. Far from our friends and country dear
2. Our foes insulting mock our grief,
In hostile lands we moan; No tender hand
And sport with our complaints; No mercy prompts
to wipe the tear Which flows with every groan!
to give relief, Though languid misery faints.

3. In retrospective scenes employed
We think on former days;
When peaceful sabbaths we enjoyed
And all our work was praise.

4. But now, of liberty deprived
In solitude confined;
In vain we seek the word of life
To lead the starving mind.

5. To thee, O Lord, we lift our eye,
To thee, our cause commend;
Thou hearest the mourning prisoner's sigh
Thou art the sufferer's friend.

6. We seek no vengeance on our foes,
But put our trust in thee;
O let thy mercy interpose
And set thy captives free.