I OF old our City hath renown, Of God are her foundations, Wherein this day a King we crown Elate among the nations. Acknowledge, then, thou King— And you, ye people, sing— What deeds His arm hath wrought: Yea, let their tale be taught To endless generations. II So long, so far, Jehovah guides His people's path attending, By pastures green and water-sides Toward His hill ascending; Whence they beneath the stars Shall view their ancient wars, Their perils, far removed. O might of mercy proved! O love past comprehending! III He was that God, for man which spake From Sinai forth in thunder; He was that Love, for man which brake The dreadful grave asunder. Lord over every lord, His consecrating word An earthly prince awaits; Lift then your heads, ye gates! Your King comes riding under. IV Be ye lift up, ye deathless doors; Let wave your banners o'er Him! Exult, ye streets; be strewn, ye floors, With palm, with bay, before Him! With trumpets fetch Him in, Ye ransom'd folk from sin— Your Lord, return'd to bless! O kneeling king, confess— O subject men, adore Him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE MASTER'S TOUCH by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD THE COMBAT, BETWEENE CONSCIENCE AND COVETOUSNESSE by RICHARD BARNFIELD WASHINGTON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 9 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |