Classic Poem

Singer of hymns, by Sinai who adored
The Fire, the Trumpet, the eternal Law;
Builder of temples, from Zion's hill who saw
Dawn smite the heathen with Jehovah's sword;
Exiled of nations, long for no reward
Keeping thy Sabbaths and thy Feasts with awe;
Victor of sorrows on a bed of straw,
Come unto us, O Israel of the Lord!

Here, past the Gentile seas, the stars by name
Shine with the Ages' welcome; here anew
Thy rainbow towers; here thy mountains wait.—
Come, and then fill us with thy holy flame!—
We have a word to speak, a work to do,
If once, like thine, our soul be consecrate.