Classic Poem

The Lord hath with His temple crown'd
Moriah, by His choice renown'd.
Not all the tents of Israel,
Or mountains which in height excell,
He so affects or celebrates
As lofty Sion's stately gates.
Jerusalem, thou throne of kings,
Of thee they utter glorious things.
Not by Judea's narrow bounds.
Prescrib'd, the land which Nile surrounds,
Great Babylon, proud Palestine,
Rich Tyre which circling seas confine,
And black-brow'd Ethiopians,
Shall yield thee citizens and sons.
All sorts of people, foreign-bred,
As natives there indenized,
In Sion, built by immortal hands,
Firm as the mountain where it stands.
The Lord in His eternal scroll
Shall these as citizens enroll.
Their music shall th' affections raise,
And songs sung in Jehovah's praise;
Whose blessings on this city shall,
Like streams from heav'nly fountains, fall.