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...THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CHICAGO [OCTOBER 8-10, 1871] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PANEGYRIC by ABU BAKR MUHUMMAD THE DIFFERENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A VISION OF THE VOICE OF YAHVEH by AMOS |