Strike with joy the wild harp's string, God, O Israel, is your King! We have slain our deadliest foe, David's arm hath laid him low. Saul hath oft his thousands slain, His trophies have bedecked the plain; But David's tens of thousands lie In slaughtered millions, mounted high. Sound the trumpet -- strike the string, Loud let the song of victory ring; Wreathe with glory David's brow, He hath laid Goliath low. Mark him on yon crimson plain, He is conquered -- he is slain; He who lately rose so high, Scoffed at man, and braved the sky. Strike with joy the wild harp's string, God, O Israel, is your king! We have slain our deadliest foe, David's arm hath laid him low. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I LOVE ALL BEAUTEOUS THINGS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO THE PLIOCENE SKULL by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER AMERICAN THEMES FOR A GILBERT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LITTLE JOHN AND THE RED FRIAR; A LAY OF SHERWOOD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN S. JOHN: THE DISCIPLE, WHOM JESUS LOVED by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE DOUBTER'S PRAYER by ANNE BRONTE |