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...AS THE TEAM'S HEAD BRASS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SHADOWS IN THE WATER by THOMAS TRAHERNE ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO THE RAILROAD MEN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MAPLE LEAVES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |