1 Ye subjects of the Lord, proclaim
The royal honours of his name,
"Jehovah reigns," be all your song.
'Tis he, thy God, O Zion! reigns,
Prepare thy most harmonious strains,
Glad hallelujahs to prolong.
2 Ye princes, boast no more your crown,
But lay the glitt'ring trifle down
In lowly honour at his feet.
A span your narrow empire bounds:
He reigns beyond created rounds,
In self-sufficient glory great.
3 Tremble, ye pageants of a day,
Form'd, like your slaves, of brittle clay;
Down to the dust your scepters bend.
To everlasting years he reigns,
And undiminish'd rule maintains,
When kings, and suns, and time shall end.
4 So shall his favour'd Zion live;
In vain confed'rate nations strive
Her sacred turrets to destroy.
Her sov'reign sits enthron'd above;
And endless pow'r and endless love
Insure her safety and her joy.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Ye subjects of the Lord, proclaim |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Divine Providence and Government |
Notes: | Public Domain. |