Lord, hye Thee me to save To help me haste Shame let them have And of confusion taste That have my soul in chase Let them be turned back And no disgraces lack That joy in my disgrace Back turned let them be And for reward Their own fall see Who laugh out hard Ah ha when most I mone But mirth and joy renew On them thy trace ensue And love Thy help alone Make them for ever sing To God be Prayse And to me bring My downcast state to raise Thy speedy aid and stay From Thee my comfort growes From Thee my Freedom flowes Lord make no long delay | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN TENEBRIS: 2 by THOMAS HARDY THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BELLS AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WEAVERS ALL by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY THE CONGREGATION by GAMALIEL BRADFORD ONE THAT'S ON THE SEA by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD CHEF PERNOLLET by BERTON BRALEY THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A LOVE LETTER by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |