PSALM LXXII.

George Burgess

The mountain's sides with peace shall wave,
And truth the hills shall crown:
His arm the sons of want shall save,
And break th' oppressor down.

Long as the sun shall mount in light,
Or moons shall wax and wane,
While age by age sweeps on its flight,
Shall mortals fear thy reign.

He shall come down, as trickling show'rs,
O'er verdant meadows flow;
And still the just shall bloom as flow'rs
And peace, like spring, shall glow.

From sea to sea, from Eastern streams
To earth's untrodden end,
His crown shall pour its glorious beams,
His foes in dust shall bend.

The desert tribes, the island kings,
With costly gifts shall wait;
Sheba, and Seba, and the wings
Of Tarshish' golden freight.

All monarchs at his feet shall bow,
All realms shall be his land;
For he shall hear the suff'rer's vow,
And help the helpless hand.

His grace the humble shall redeem
From hostile fraud and strife;
And precious in his high esteem
Shall be their guarded life.

So shall he live, through endless days,
Mid Sheba's treasures crown'd;
And for his sake shall pray'r and praise
Lift high their daily sound.

The blade that on the mountain starts
Like Lebanon shall nod:
As fair shall bloom the crowded marts
As blooms the rural sod.

His name shall stand, when last the sun
Shall tinge the purple West;
And ev'ry kingdom, link'd in one,
Shall bless him, and be bless'd.

Forever prais'd be God the Lord,
Our Israel's Saviour strong:
Let all the earth his name record,
His glorious praise prolong!
Amen, Amen.