PSALM XXIV.

Tate and Brady

2 He fram'd and fix'd it on the seas,
And his Almighty hand
Upon inconstant floods has made
The stable fabrick stand.

3 But for himself this Lord of all
One chosen seat design'd;
O who shall to that sacred hill
Desir'd admittance find?

4 The man whose hands and heart are pure,
Whose thoughts from pride are free;
Who honest poverty prefers
To gainful perjury.

5 This, this is he, on whom the Lord
Shall show'r his blessings down,
Whom God his saviour shall vouchsafe
With righteousness to crown.

6 Such is the race of saints, by whom
The sacred courts are trod;
And such the proselytes that seek
The face of Jacob's God.

7 Erect your heads, eternal gates,
Unfold to entertain
The King of glory; see, he comes
With his celestial train.

8 Who is this King of glory? who?
The Lord for strength renown'd;
In battle mighty, o'er his foes
Eternal victor crown'd.

9 Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold
In state to entertain
The King of glory; see, he comes
With all his shining train.

10 Who is this King of glory? who?
The Lord of hosts renown'd;
Of glory he alone is King,
Who is with glory crown'd.