Classic Poem

1.

The Almighty Lord, beneath whose seat
The starry Orbs their course repeat,
In awful Majesty array'd,
Thus to my Lord Messiah — said —

2.

Come seat thee at my own right hand,
Till, at my word, the hostile Band,
As low with prostrate necks they lie,
A footstool to thy steps supply.

3.

Thy God from Sion 's lofty tow'r
Shall bid Thee stretch the rod of pow'r;
Victorious o'er the rebel train,
Arise, and vindicate thy reign.

4.

Behold the long-expected day,
When willing Crouds their homage pay;
To Thee their sacred off'rings bring,
And hail their Saviour and their King.

5.

Thy future Offspring view, a Birth
More num'rous than the Dews, on earth
(Beneath the twilight's dubious gloom)
Diffus'd from Morn's prolific womb.

6.

Th' irrevocable Oath is sworn:
" My Best-belov'd, my eldest-born,
" Charg'd with th' eternal Priesthood see,
" And rank'd, Melchizedec , with Thee. "

7.

Thine arm th' anointed Prince shall shield,
Thou, Lord, beside him tread the field,
While Kings shall feel th' inflicted wound,
And hardiest Warriors press the ground.

8.

His Name the subject World shall awe,
His sword to distant Lands give law;
By him their scepter'd Chiefs are slain,
And heaps of carnage load the plain.

9.

The Streams, that glide along the way,
Shall to his heart new strength convey,
And bid him, 'mid the scene of dread,
Secure of conquest, lift the head.