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Alfred H. Miles, ed.  The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century.  1907.
Original Hymns for Public, Private, and Social Devotion (1853).
III. “Hail to the Lord’s anointed!”
By James Montgomery (1771–1854)
HAIL to the Lord’s anointed!
  Great David’s greater Son;
Hail, in the time appointed,
  His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,        5
  To let the captive free;
To take away transgression,
  And rule in equity.
He comes, with succour speedy,
  To those who suffer wrong;        10
To help the poor and needy,
  And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
  Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemn’d and dying,        15
  Were precious in His sight.
By such shall He be fearèd,
  While sun and moon endure,
Beloved, obey’d, reverèd;
  For He shall judge the poor,        20
Through changing generations,
  With justice, mercy, truth,
While stars maintain their stations,
  Or moons renew their youth.
He shall come down like showers        25
  Upon the fruitful earth,
And love, joy, hope, like flowers,
  Spring in His path to birth:
Before Him, on the mountains,
  Shall Peace the herald go;        30
And Righteousness in fountains
  From hill to valley flow.
Arabia’s desert-ranger
  To Him shall bow the knee;
The Ethiopian stranger        35
  His glory come to see;
With offerings of devotion,
  Ships from the Isles shall meet
To pour the wealth of ocean
  In tribute at His feet.        40
Kings shall fall down before Him,
  And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
  His praise all people sing;
For He shall have dominion        45
  O’er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle’s pinion,
  Or dove’s light wing can soar.
For Him shall prayer unceasing,
  And daily vows, ascend;        50
His kingdom still increasing,
  A kingdom without end:
The mountain-dews shall nourish
  A seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,        55
  And shake like Lebanon.
O’er every foe victorious,
  He on His throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious,
  All-blessing and all-blest;        60
The tide of time shall never
  His covenant remove;
His Name shall stand for ever;
  That Name to us is—Love.

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