Classic Poem

A H! what avail's confession's tongue,
Without compunction's smart?
What value in thanksgiving song,
Without a thankful heart?

What is the virtue, which untry'd
From vicious taint is pure?
Gold will the fiery proof abide,
And truth the test endure.

Glorious Integrity! which loves
Thee, Lord, alone to please:
Which its unfeign'd devotion proves,
In trouble and in ease:

Which, when temptations swarm around,
Resists; and looks to thee:
And, nobly firm, maintains its ground.
Glorious Integrity!

Which nourishes no favourite sin,
To all obedience free;
Zealous of sanctity within.
Glorious Integrity!

O happy they! whose conscience clear
To thy attest can flee,
In every strait and every fear.
Glorious Integrity!

To these, thy condescending throne
Allows their humble plea:
These, as thy treasure thou wilt own.
Glorious Integrity!