Save me, Lord, for why Thou art All the hope of all my heart; Witness Thou my soul with me That to God, my God, I say: Thou, my Lord, Thou art my stay, Though my works reach not to Thee. This is all the best I prove, Good and godly men I love And foresee their wretched pain Who to other gods do run, Their blood offerings I do shun, Nay to name their names disdain. God my only portion is And of my child's part the bliss, He then shall maintain my lot. Say then, is not my lot found In a goodly pleasant ground? Have not I fair partage got? Ever, Lord, I will bless Thee, Who dost ever counsel me, Ev'n when night with his black wing Sleepy darkness doth o'ercast, In my inward reins I taste Of my faults and chastening. My eyes still my God regard And He my right hand doth guard, So can I not be oppressed, So my heart is fully glad, So in joy my glory clad, Yea, my flesh in hope shall rest. For I know the deadly grave On my soul no power shall have; For I know Thou wilt defend Even the body of Thine own, Dear beloved Holy One, From a foul corrupting end. Thou the path wilt make me tread Which to life, true life, doth lead, Where who may contemplate Thee Shall feel in Thy face's sight All the fullness of delight, And whose bodies placed be On Thy blessed making hand Shall in endless pleasures stand! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO ALFRED TENNYSON by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THIS COMPOST: 2. by WALT WHITMAN |