Book of Psalms
PSALM XXIV.
George Burgess
Earth is the Lord's, its treasured heaps,
And all its peopling throng:
He fix'd it on the mighty deeps,
And on the torrents strong.
Who shall ascend the Lord's fair hill?
Who near his shrine remain?
The clean of hands, the pure of will,
The soul nor false nor vain:
On such the Lord's rich blessing falls,
The just Deliv'rer's grace:
Such, God of Jacob, seek thy halls,
Seek thy most glorious face.
Lift high your heads, ye heav'nly gates;
Spread your eternal arch:
While his bright mansion op'ning waits
The King of glory's march!
Who is the King of glory? who?
The Lord, the strong in might:
The Lord, who ev'ry foe o'erthrew,
Strong in victorious fight.
Lift high your heads, ye heav'nly gates;
Ye doors eternal, spread:
While his bright mansion op'ning waits
The King of glory's tread!
Who is this King of glory? who?
The Lord of heav'nly hosts:
His kingly glory heav'n shall view,
And earth, through all her coasts.
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Poetry of the Psalms
The "Poetry of the Psalms" is a collection of poems expressing the struggles, fears, anger, joy and love revealed in the Psalms of the Bible. They were written over hundreds of years by various authors, including Isaac Watts, Charles Wesley, George Burgess, Charles Spurgeon, Abraham Coles, Augustus Toplady, Tate and Brady.
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