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...AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LONG WHITE SEAM by JEAN INGELOW HORATIAN ECHO by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE ART OF BOOK-KEEPING by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD THY DREAMS OMINOUS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |