Judge of all, judge me And protector be Of my cause oppressed By most cruel sprites; Save me from bad wights In false colors dressed. For, my God, Thy sight Giveth me my might, Why then hast Thou left me? Why walk I in woes While prevailing foes Have of joys bereft me? Send Thy truth and light, Let them guide me right From the paths of folly, Bringing me to Thy Tabernacle high In Thy hill most holy. To God's altars though Will I boldly go Shaking off all sadness; To that God that is God of all my bliss, God of all my gladness. Then, lo, then I will With sweet music's skill Grateful meaning show Thee; Then God, yea my God, I will sing abroad What great thanks I owe Thee. Why art thou, my soul, Cast down in such dole? What ails thy discomfort? Wait on God, for still Thank my God I will, Sure aid, present comfort. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JACQUERIE: SONG. THE HOUND by SIDNEY LANIER PALINODE; AUTUMN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SUMMER. THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS by ALEXANDER POPE AMERICAN THEMES FOR A GILBERT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ROSAMUND: ROSAMOND'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON KEATS WAS AN UNBELIEVER by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE AGES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |