The Poetry Corner

Psal. LXXXVI.

By John Milton

Thy gracious ear, O Lord, encline, O hear me I thee pray, For I am poor, and almost pine With need, and sad decay. Preserve my soul, for *I have trod Thy waies, and love the just, Save thou thy servant O my God Who still in thee doth trust. Pity me Lord for daily thee I call; O make rejoyce Thy Servants Soul; for Lord to thee I lift my soul and voice, For thou art good, thou Lord art prone To pardon, thou to all Art full of mercy, thou alone To them that on thee call. Unto my supplication Lord Give ear, and to the crie Of my incessant praiers afford Thy hearing graciously. I in the day of my distress Will call on thee for aid; For thou wilt grant me free access And answer, what I pray'd. Like thee among the gods is none O Lord, nor any works Of all that other Gods have done Like to thy glorious works. The Nations all whom thou hast made Shall come, and all shall frame To bow them low before thee Lord, And glorifie thy name. For great thou art, and wonders great By thy strong hand are done, Thou in thy everlasting Seat Remainest God alone. Teach me O Lord thy way most right, I in thy truth will hide, To fear thy name my heart unite So shall it never slide. Thee will I praise O Lord my God Thee honour, and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for ever more. For great thy mercy is toward me, And thou hast free'd my Soul Eev'n from the lowest Hell set free From deepest darkness foul. O God the proud against me rise And violent men are met To seek my life, and in their eyes No fear of thee have set. But thou Lord art the God most mild Readiest thy grace to shew, Slow to be angry, and art stil'd Most mercifull, most true. O turn to me thy face at length, And me have mercy on, Unto thy servant give thy strength, And save thy hand-maids Son. Some sign of good to me afford, And let my foes then see And be asham'd, because thou Lord Do'st help and comfort me.