Classic Poem

Assembled at thy high command,
Before thy face, Great King! we stand;
The voice that marshall'd ev'ry star,
Has call'd thy people from afar.

First bow our hearts beneath thy sway,
Then, give thy growing empire way,
O'er wastes of sin — o'er fields of blood,
Till, like the rose, the desert bud.

Our pray'rs assist, accept our praise,
Our hopes revive, our courage raise,
Our counsels aid, and oh! impart
The single eye — the faithful heart.