Classic Poem

HALLELUJAH .

O YOU , who serve the living Lord,
Due praises to His Name afford.
Now and for ever celebrate;
Let all His noble acts relate,
Ev'n from the purple morn's uprise
To where the ev'ning flecks the skies.
All pow'r to His dominion bends;
His glory the bright stars transcends.
What god can be compar'd with ours,
Who, thron'd in heav'n's superior tow'rs,
Submits Himself to guide and move
All that is done in heav'n above;
And from that height vouchsafes to throw
His eyes on us, who creep below?
The poor He raiseth from the dust,
Ev'n from the dunghill lifts the just,
Whom He to height of honour brings,
And sets him in the thrones of kings.
He fructifies the barren womb;
The childless, mothers now become.