Classic Poem

Sovereign of worlds! display thy pow'r,
Be this thy Zion's favor'd hour;
Bid the bright morning star arise,
And point the captive to the skies.

Set up thy throne where Satan reigns,
In western wilds, and southern plains;
Far let the gospel's sound be known;
Make thou the universe thy own.

Speak! and the world shall hear thy voice:
Speak! and the desert shall rejoice:
Scatter the gloom of captive night,
Bid ev'ry people hail the light.