1 Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise!
Exalt thy tow'ring head and lift thine eyes;
See heav’n its sparkling portals wide display
And break upon thee in a flood of day.
2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn;
See future sons, and daughters yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on ev'ry side arise
Demanding life, impatient for the skies.
3 See barb'rous nations at Thy gates attend,
Walk in Thy light, and in Thy temple bend;
See Thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings,
While ev'ry land its joyous tribute brings.
4 The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fixed this Word, His saving pow'r remains;
Thy realm shall last, thine own Messiah reigns.
Amen.
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First Line: | Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise! |
Title: | Rise, Crowned with Light, Imperial Salem, Rise |
Author: | Alexander Pope (1712, cento, alt.) |
Meter: | 10.10.10.10. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1941 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | The Church: Missions |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | OLD 124TH |
Meter: | 10.10.10.10. |
Key: | F Major |
Source: | "Genevan Psalter,"1551 |