Classic Poem

1.

Thy Name my stedfast heart avows;
Do Thou my injur'd cause espouse,
And be thy Strength my aid:
My plaints, eternal Monarch, hear,
And let them by thy pitying ear
With full regard be weigh'd.

2.

For Nations from thy fear estrang'd,
With Tyrants fierce, against me rang'd,
My guiltless soul pursue:
But 'midst my helpers Heav'n's high Lord
Shall stand, and faithful to his word
Each adverse pow'r subdue.

3.

O let my heart, their rage repell'd,
Itself a willing off'ring yield;
To Thee its praise shall flow,
While to my thought thy Mercies rise,
That gave me with exulting eyes
To see my prostrate foe.