Classic Poem

My God! my gracious God! to thee,
Urg'd by devouring foes, I flee,
To thee for mercy cry:
Oh! view me in th' unequal fight,
Oppress'd by numbers, aw'd by might;
Jehovah, God most high!

They wrest my words with vile design,
With scourges lash this flesh of mine,
And watch the steps I tread;
Shall daring guilt evade thy frown?
Ah no! — thy wrath shall cast them down,
To lie amidst the dead.

When to the Lord I lift my cry,
My foes dismay'd shall backward fly,
For God my cause maintains;
My faithful God! I'll praise thy word,
Thy promise, thou eternal Lord!
Firm as thy throne remains.