YE children of the Lord, that wait Upon His will, sing hymns divine, From henceforth to time's endless date, To His name, prais'd from the first shine Of the earth's sun, till it decline. The hosts of heaven or earth have none May to His height of glory rise; For who like Him hath fix'd His throne So high, yet bends down to the skies, And lower earth, His humble eyes? The poor from loathed dust He draws, And makes them regal state invest 'Mongst kings, that gives His people laws: He makes the barren mother rest Under her roof with children blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |