TO Thee, O God, the Shepherd Kings Their earliest homage paid And wafted upon angel wings Their worship was conveyed. And they who "watched their flocks by night," Were first to learn thy grace,-- Were first to seek by dawning light, Their Saviour's dwelling-place. The hills and vales, the woods and streams, The fruits and flowers are thine; Where'er the sun can send its beams, Or the mild moon can shine. By Thee, the Spring puts forth its leaves, By Thee, comes down the rain, By Thee, the yellow harvest sheaves Stand ripening on the plain. When Winter comes in storm and wrath, Thy soothing voice is heard; As round the Farmer's peaceful hearth Is read Thy holy word. Thus are we fostered by Thy care, Supported by Thy hand; Our heritage is rich and fair, And this Thy chosen land. Be Joseph yet a fruitful vine, Whose branches leap the wall, Make Thou its clusters ever Thine, Jehovah, God of all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS; OR, THE BRITISH SOLDIER IN CHINA by FRANCIS HASTINGS CHARLES DOYLE THE WORD by WILLIAM WALSHAM HOW ZEUS TOO IS A VICTIM by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS |