Classic Poem

In Jury is the Lord renown'd
The nation that he chose,
His name Jeshurun's songs resound,
And to his glory close.

At Salem his pavilions stand
Amidst celestial fires,
His seat is in the Holy Land,
Where Zion's hill aspires.

And there he brake the bowman's shaft,
The javeline and the shield,
The sword and the proud warriour's craft,
And all th' embattled field.

Thy matchless might, which knows no change,
More lustre has assum'd,
Than yonder everlasting range
Of hills, where clouds are plum'd.

Contending tyrants now are friends,
All dreams of empire cease,
As his own olivet ascends
The prince of endless peace.

At thy rebuke, O Lord, alarm
Upon the mighty came;
Thy host both horse and car disarm,
And put the chiefs to shame.

Thou, Lord, ev'n thou by trembling fear
Art worthily ador'd,
Nor wrath nor rapine persevere
When thou hast sheath'd the sword.

Christ his own oracle declares
Supremely just and wise,
And silenc'd Satan now forbears
His dark ambiguous lies.

When Shilo shall his meek embrace,
And wolves with lambkins play,
Where flourish in the bramble's place
The myrtle and the bay.

The fierceness of the men of war
Thou shalt to praise convert,
And those that from thy peace abhor,
Thy gospel shall assert.

To God engage and keep your vow,
Your vassalage renew,
Bring presents, and by pray'r allow
That rev'rence is his due.

He by his wonders shall refrain
The spirit of the prince,
And of his everlasting reign
Usurping man convince.