All people to Jehovah bring A glad applause of clapping hands To God a song of Triumphs sing Who high of highly feared stands Of all the earth sole ruling King. From whose Almighty Grace it growes That Nations by our power opprest Our foot on humbled Countrys goes Who Jacobs honour loved best An heritage for us hath chose Here past he by, hark how did ring Harmonious ayr with trumpets sound Prayse, prayse Our God, prayse prayse Our King King of the World you judgments sound With skilfull song his prayses sing On sacred throne, not knowing end For God the King of Kingdoms raigns The Folk of Abrahams God to friend He greatest Prince great princes gains Princes the shields that earth defend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COONEY POTTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |