Lord let Thy name my saving succour be Defend my wronged cause by Thy just might Lord let my crying voice be heard of Thee Let not my heavy words be counted light For strangers I against me risen see Who hunt me hard, and sore my soul affright Possest with feare of God in no degree But God Thou art my helper in my right Thou succour send'st to such as succour me Then pay them home, who thus against me fight And let Thy Truth cutt down their treachery So I with offrings shall Thy Altars dight Praysing Thy name, which thus hast set me free Giving me scope to soar with happy flight Above my Evils, and on my Enemy Making me see, what I to see delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER THE VOICE OF SPRING by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE MAY MAGNIFICAT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |