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...THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PRESENT CRISIS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY THOSE WHO LOVE by SARA TEASDALE INSCRIPTIONS: 4 by MARK AKENSIDE ALMOND BLOSSOM by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 7. THE IMPOSSIBILITY by PHILIP AYRES |