Help Lord Poem by Sir Francis Bacon

Help Lord

Rating: 3.1


Help Lord, for godly men have took their flight,
And left the earth to be the wicked's den:
Not one that standeth fast to Truth and Right,
But fears, or seeks to please, the eyes of men.
When one with other fall's to take apart,
Their meaning goeth not with their words in proof;
But fair they flatter, with a cloven heart,
By pleasing words, to work their own behoof.

But God cut off the lips, that are all set,
To trap the harmless soul, that peace hath vow'd;
And pierce the tongues, that seek to counterfeit
The confidence of truth, by lying loud:
Yet so they think to reign, and work their will,
By subtle speech, which enters every where:
And say, our tongues are ours, to help us still,
What need we any higher power to fear?

Now for the bitter sighing of the poor,
The lord hath said, I will no more forbear,
The wicked's kingdom to invade and scour,
And set at large the men restrain'd in fear.
And sure, the word of God is pure, and fine.
And in the trial never loseth weight;
Like noble gold, which, since it left the mine,
Hath seven times passed through the fiery straight.

And now thou wilt not first thy word forsake,
Nor yet the righteous man, that leans thereto;
But will't his safe protection undertake,
In spite of all, their force and wiles can do.
And time it is, O Lord, thou didst draw nigh,
The wicked daily do enlarge their bands;
And that, which makes them follow ill a vie,
Rule is betaken to unworthy hands.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 03 December 2019

Now for the bitter sighing of the poor, The lord hath said, I will no more forbear, The wicked's kingdom to invade and scour, And set at large the men restrain'd in fear. the poor are the dearest of God.

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Mahtab Bangalee 21 November 2019

sure, the word of God is pure, and fine// beautiful poem

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Britte Ninad 17 August 2018

wonderful writing- O Lord, thou didst draw nigh, The wicked daily do enlarge their bands; And that, which makes them follow ill a vie, Rule is betaken to unworthy hands.

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Daniel Partlow 04 April 2008

'And time it is, O Lord, thou didst draw nigh, The wicked daily do enlarge their bands; And that, which makes them follow ill a vie, Rule is betaken to unworthy hands.' These words are as true today as they were four centuries ago.

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