Classic Poem

Glory to the King of glory! Thou hast raised Thine only Son
With Creation's Hallelujahs to Thy bosom and Thy throne;
And the echo of that triumph through the centuries of years,
Gathering strength with lapse of ages, falls to-day upon our ears.

Lo, the Lamb of God, for sinners on the altar sacrificed,
In the rapture of Thy presence lives for ever Lord and Christ.
Lo, our great High Priest is pleading at the blood-stain'd mercy-seat
All the love of His atonement, fragrance infinitely sweet.

Jesus, Heir of all things, enters on His heritage of bliss;
His the glory and the blessing, His the power, the wisdom His:
Jesus reigns, and warrior angels strike their harps and sheath their swords,
Crowning Him the mighty Victor, King of kings and Lord of lords.

Who shall fix decline or limit to His government's increase,
Father of the age of ages, Prince omnipotent of peace?
Who the infinite horizon of His royalty shall span,
On the throne of all dominion, Son of God and Son of man?

Yea, amen. Thy Church triumphant and Thy pilgrim Church on earth
Hail this day of Thine espousals and the new Creation's birth:
Through the firmament of glory ring their everlasting songs;
Ours are from the desert rising, feeble voices, faltering tongues.

God, our God, Thou wilt not leave us in this far-off wilderness,
Widow'd mourners for the Bridegroom, orphan children, comfortless:
Send Thy Comforter, the Spirit, till our frail hearts heavenward rise,
And we dwell, where Christ ascended dwells with Thee beyond the skies.