Classic Poem

Jerusalem!
Thy King at length has come.
Lift up thy voice in song;
No more be dumb.
Happy Jerusalem!
Thy widowhood is done;
Thy mourning days are past,
Thy joy begun!

Zion, rejoice!
Thy glory now returns;
Thy God has come, no more
His anger burns.
City of cities thou!
What beauty shall be thine
Joy of the blessed earth,
Arise and shine!

Peace, Salem, peace
Be now within thy gates;
To thee earth crowds; on thee
Its grandeur waits.
Thou holy Mount of God!
From thee once more ascends
The incense-cloud, the song
That never ends.