Classic Poem

1.

O weigh me, Lord, in equal scale,
And let my injur'd cause prevail:
O save me from an impious Throng,
The Sons of Violence and Wrong.

2.

God of my strength, to Thee I cry;
Say why, by Thee rejected, why,
I bend beneath a weight of woe,
And bear the insults of the Foe.

3.

O let thy Light attend my way,
Thy Truth afford its steady ray,
To Sion 's Hill direct my feet,
And bring me to thy hallow'd Seat:

4.

Admitted to thy Altars there,
My hands to Thee the gift shall bear,
Whose Mercies, to my heart reveal'd,
A theme of endless transport yield.

5.

Thy praise, O God, my God, the lyre
Shall wake, thy Love its song inspire,
And thankful teach the rapt'rous lay
Thy bounteous goodness to display.

6.

Why thus, my Soul, with care oppress'd?
And whence the woes that fill my breast?
In all thy cares, in all thy woes,
On God thy stedfast hope repose;

7.

To Him my thanks shall still be paid,
My sure Defence, my constant Aid;
His Name my zeal shall ever raise,
And dictate to my lips his praise.