Classic Poem

Hail to Jehovah, Jehovah the highest!
Hope of thy people thou never deniest!
On us and ours hath the Lord taken pity.
Therefore, oh Mighty One! thankful before thee,
We with humility kneel to adore thee,
Here in the smoke and the flame of the city!

Now is the power of great Babylon broken!
True were the words that the prophets have spoken!
Dead are our masters, the lords sacrilegious,
Flown is their might and departed their glory;
Naught will remain of their impious story;
Prone are their gods and their altars prodigious!

Shackled and gyved after slaughter and pillage.
All that are spared of the town will do tillage,
Ay, in the fields of the conquering nation!
God hath deserted their dwellings forever;
God will place trust in their promises never;
God will not grant them a life of salvation!

Great is thy wrath, oh Jehovah! and lawful,
Just are thy punishments, rapid and awful!
Righteous, deserved is this nation's affliction,
For thou hast promised to guide us and love us,
Now and forever in glory above us,
Sacred and pure by thy sweet benediction!