Classic Poem

1.

Ye Tribes of Earth, in God rejoice,
His presence hail with thankful voice;
To Him your willing homage pay,
And wake the tributary lay.

2.

Submissive to his Will, in Him
Behold the God of Gods supreme;
Nor Lords with Him, nor Gods beside
The Honours of his Throne divide.

3.

With conscious wonder oft survey'd,
He, not Ourselves, our frame has made:
The subjects of his pow'r we stand,
The sheep that own his guiding hand.

4.

O, enter then his gates with praise,
To Him your loudest accents raise,
With grateful hearts his Love proclaim,
And bless, O bless, his awful Name.

5.

For Truth in Him and Mercy live:
That Truth shall time itself survive;
That Mercy through the length of days
Unclouded pour its healing rays.