1 RISE, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise!
Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes;
See heaven its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day.
2 See a long race thy spacious court adorn;
See future sons and daughters yet unborn
In crowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies.
3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in the light and in thy temple bend;
See thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings,
While every land its joyful tribute brings.
4 The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fixed this Word, this saving power remains;
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns!
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First Line: | Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise! |
Meter: | 10 s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | The Word and the Church: Mission |
Notes: | A. Pope. |