Classic Poem

Oh praise the Lord! let every heart be glad!
The day has come when He will be our God;
No fears can come to make his children sad,
His joy is theirs who in his ways have trod;
Oh praise ye hills! praise Him ye rivers wide!
Ye people own his love! revere his power!
He makes his peace in one full current glide,
It shall flow on unbroken from this hour;
Shout! shout ye saints! the triumph day is near,
The King goes forth Himself his sons to save;
The habitations of the poor to rear,
And bid the palm and myrtle round them wave;
Open your gates ye heaven uplifted walls!
The King of Kings for entrance at them calls.