Classic Poem

God sits sovereign on the throne,
He is HING OF KINGS alone;
Ye that sway an iron rod!
Hear a message from your God; —

" Heed the helpless orphan's cry,
Hear the friendless widow's sigh,
Plead the poor and needy's cause,
Save th' oppress'd from cruel laws. "

Lo! they heed not, — on they go,
Dealing scourges, chains and woe;
Justice weeps — her pillars shake —
All the old foundations quake!

What though call'd vicegerents now —
Gods on earth! — ye all must bow;
Haughty tyrants! ye must die;
Low your princely heads must lie.

Rise, O God! to save th' oppress'd,
Give the land of bondage rest;
God of nations! hear and save,
Oh! redeem the wretched slave!