Classic Poem

Haste , Lord, from such as would devour,
Defend by Thy almighty pow'r;
Delay not in so fear'd an hour.

But let confusion seize on those
Who seek my soul; to shame expose;
Be sudden in their overthrows.

Let those with infamy return,
Dejected and unpitied mourn,
Who laugh and blast me with their scorn.

Who love Thy Name with joy invest,
Let them in shades of safety feast,
And ever say, The Lord be blest.

But I am poor and full of need,
Haste, Lord, deliver me with speed,
Our strength, our help from Thee proceed.