Classic Poem

Now wilt me take for Jesus' sake,
Nor cast me out at all;
I shall not fear the foe awake,
Saved by thy City wall;
But in the night without affright
Shall hear him steal without,
Who may not scale thy wall of might,
Thy bastion, nor redoubt.

Full well I know that to the foe
Wilt yield me not for aye,
Unless mine own hand should undo
The gates that are my stay—
My folly and pride should open wide
Thy doors and set me free
‘Mid tigers striped and panthers pied
Far from thy liberty.

Unless by debt myself I set
Outside thy loving ken,
And yield myself by weight of debt
Unto my fellow-men;
Deal with my guilt Thou as Thou wilt,
And ‘Hold!’ I shall not cry,
So I be thine in storm and shine,
Thine only till I die.