Classic Poem

1.

To God I cry; to Him my pray'r
Address; to Him my heart its care
Shall pour, and to his ear disclose,
In sad recital, all its woes:
To Him (for He the pray'r can hear)
To Him my suppliant voice I rear.

2.

To Thee, great God, to Thee alone,
The traces of my paths are known;
Thy searching eyes, with steady view,
Through sorrow's gloom my steps pursue,
And see my foes athwart my way
The cover'd snare insidious lay.

3.

I turn'd me, anxious, on the right,
I turn'd, and round me cast my sight
With fruitless search; no friend was nigh,
Th' expected succour to supply,
With lenient tongue my griefs to chear,
Or pitying drop the social tear.

4.

Forlorn of help, Thee, mightiest Lord,
My Soul with humble trust implor'd:
In Thee, All-bounteous God, I cried,
In Thee alone my hopes reside;
O while beneath my woes I bend,
To me thy kindliest succour lend.

5.

While life along my veins shall stream,
Its portion Thee and bliss supreme
My heart shall own: O gracious hear,
While worn with griefs my voice I rear,
And let my foe's superior might
Thy pity to my aid excite.

6.

Do Thou my prison doors unbar;
So shall my tongue thy Love declare
In hymns of praise, while, joy'd in Me
Th' event of pious Hope to see,
The Souls that own thy just Command
With thankful wonder round me stand.