Methinks amid my heart I hear What guilty wickedness doth say Which wicked folks do hold so dear; Ev'n thus, itself, it doth display, No fear of God doth once appear Before his eyes that so doth stray. For those same eyes his flatterers be Till his known evil do hatred get. His words, deceit; iniquity, His deeds; yea, thoughts, all good forget; Abed, on mischief museth he, Abroad, his steps be wrongly set. Lord, how the heavens Thy mercy fills, Thy truth above the clouds, most high, Thy righteousness like hugest hills, Thy judgments like the depths do lie, Thy grace with safety man fulfills, Yea, beasts, made safe, thy goodness try. O Lord, how excellent a thing Thy mercy is! which makes mankind Trust in the shadow of Thy wing. Who shall in Thy house fatness find And drink from out Thy pleasures' spring, Of pleasures past the reach of mind? For why the well of life Thou art And in Thy light shall we see light. O then extend Thy loving heart To them that know Thee, and Thy might; O then Thy righteousness impart To them that be in souls upright. Let not proud feet make me their thrall; Let not evil hands discomfit me; Lo, there, I now foresee their fall Who do evil works; lo, I do see They are cast down, and never shall Have power again to raised be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRAILING ARBUTUS by HENRY ABBEY BRUCE: HOW KING ROBERT WAS HUNTED BY THE SLEUTH-HOUND by JOHN BARBOUR POSTHUMOUS REMORSE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 67. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ALTERNATIVE by CHARLES TORY BRUCE THE HILLS OF HOME by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON WINTER by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN ON A DRAWING OF THE ELM-TREE; ... DUKE OF WELLINGTON STOOD by GEORGE CRABBE |