GO forth, thou man of force! The world is all thine own; Before thy dreadful course Shall totter every throne. Let India's jewels glow Upon thy diadem: Go, forth to conquest go, But spare Jerusalem. For the God of gods, which liveth Through all eternity, 'T is he alone which giveth And taketh victory: 'T is he the bow that blasteth, And breaketh the proud one's quiver; And the Lord of armies resteth In his Holy of Holies for ever! For God is Salem's spear, And God is Salem's sword; What mortal man shall dare To combat with the lord? Every knee shall bow Before his awful sight; Every thought sink low Before the Lord of might. For the God of gods, which liveth Through all eternity, 'T is he alone which giveth And taketh victory: 'T is he the bow that blasteth, And breaketh the proud one's quiver; And the Lord of armies resteth In his Holy of Holies for ever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TELLING THE BEES by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SAINT BRANDAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD DEATH by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 9 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT APPRECIATION by LIDA WILLIAMS BROCKER THE MUD-FISH, BY AN INDIGNANT TORY FOOTMAN by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS |