1.

Earth, big with Empires, to thy Reign
Submits, great God, its wide domain;
Whate'er this Orb's vast bounds confine,
By just possession, Lord, is thine:

2.

That Orb amid the watry waste
Thy hands, best Architect, have plac'd,
And bid th' unfathomable Deep
Beneath its firm foundations sleep.

3.

Lord, who shall to thy Hill ascend?
Who suppliant at thine altars bend,
Then joyful find a sure abode,
And own the presence of his God?

4.

Whose hands and heart from guilt are free,
Who ne'er to idols bow'd the knee,
Nor, studious of deceit, would try
By oaths to consecrate a lye.

5.

On such th' Almighty from above
Shall heap the blessings of his Love,
And, purg'd from sin's transmissive stain,
Admit them to his sacred Fane.

6.

Such only form the chosen Choir,
Whose feet, with licens'd step, aspire
To visit Sion 's blest Abode;
Who seek the face of Jacob 's God.

7.

List, list your heads, each hallow'd Gate,
Aloft, with sudden spring, your weight,
Ye everlasting Portals, rear;
Behold the King of glory near!

8.

And who this King of glory? say.
That Lord who bears th' eternal sway;
Who, cloth'd with strength, to war descends
And conquest on his sword attends.

9.

Lift, lift your heads, each hallow'd Gate,
Aloft, with sudden spring, your weight,
Ye everlasting Portals, rear;
Behold the King of glory near!

10.

And who this King of glory? say.
The God, whom Heav'n's high Hosts obey:
In him that King of glory view,
And yield to Him the homage due.