Classic Poem

No. 1.

God in his temple let us meet,
Low on our knees before Him bend;
Here hath He fix'd his mercy-seat,
Here on his Sabbath we attend.

Arise into thy resting-place,
Thou, and thine ark of strength, O Lord!
Shine through the veil, we seek thy face;
Speak, for we hearken to thy word.

With righteousness thy priests array;
Joyful thy chosen people be;
Let those who teach and those who pray,
Let all — be holiness to Thee!

No. 2.

L ORD ! for thy servant David's sake,
Perform thine oath to David's Son; —
Thy truth Thou never wilt forsake; —
Look on thine own Anointed One!

The Lord in faithfulness hath sworn
His throne for ever to maintain;
From realm to realm, the sceptre borne
Shall stretch o'er earth Messiah's reign.

Zion, my chosen hill of old,
My rest, my dwelling, my delight,
With loving-kindness I uphold,
Her walls are ever in my sight.

I satisfy her poor with bread,
Her tables with abundance bless,
Joy on her sons and daughters shed,
And clothe her priests with righteousness.

There David's horn shall bud and bloom,
The branch of glory and renown;
His foes my vengeance shall consume;
Him with eternal years I crown.