Hear me, O hear me when I call, O God, God of my equity, Thou set'st me free, when I was thrall, Have mercy therefore still on me, And hearken how I pray to Thee. O men, whose fathers were but men, Till when will ye my honor high Stain with your blasphemies? Till when Such pleasure take in vanity, And only hunt, where lies do lie? Yet know this too, that God did take When He chose me a godly one. Such one, I say, that when I make My crying plaints to Him alone, He will give good ear to my moan. O tremble then with awful will; Sin from all rule in your depose, Talk with your hearts, and yet be still; And when your chamber you do close, Yourselves yet to yourselves disclose. The sacrifices sacrify Of just desires, on justice staid, Trust in that Lord that cannot lie. Indeed full many folks have said, From whence shall come to us such aid? But, Lord, lift Thou upon our sight The shining clearness of Thy face, Where I have found more heart's delight Than they whose store in harvest space Of grain and wine fills storing place. So I in peace and peaceful bliss Will lay me down, and take my rest. For it is Thou Lord, Thou it is, By power of whose only breast I dwell, laid up in safest nest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY SPRING IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE ON A GRAVE IN CHRIST-CHURCH, HANTS by OSCAR FAY ADAMS TO A WOMAN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING ON THE AMOROUS AND PATHETIC STORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by L. B. |