In Salem dwelt a glorious King,Rais'd from a shepherd's lowly state,That did His praises like an angel singWho did the world create.By many great and bloody warsHe was advanced unto thrones:But more delighted in the starsThan in the splendour of his precious stones.Nor gold nor silver did his eye regard:The works of God were his sublime reward.
In Salem dwelt a glorious King,Rais'd from a shepherd's lowly state,That did His praises like an angel singWho did the world create.By many great and bloody warsHe was advanced unto thrones:But more delighted in the starsThan in the splendour of his precious stones.Nor gold nor silver did his eye regard:The works of God were his sublime reward.
In Salem dwelt a glorious King,Rais'd from a shepherd's lowly state,That did His praises like an angel singWho did the world create.By many great and bloody warsHe was advanced unto thrones:But more delighted in the starsThan in the splendour of his precious stones.Nor gold nor silver did his eye regard:The works of God were his sublime reward.
In Salem dwelt a glorious King,
Rais'd from a shepherd's lowly state,
That did His praises like an angel sing
Who did the world create.
By many great and bloody wars
He was advanced unto thrones:
But more delighted in the stars
Than in the splendour of his precious stones.
Nor gold nor silver did his eye regard:
The works of God were his sublime reward.
A warlike champion he had been,And many feats of chivalryHad done: in kingly courts his eye had seenA vast varietyOf earthly joys: yet he despisedThose fading honours and false pleasuresWhich are by mortals so much prized;And placed his happiness in other treasures:No state of life which in this world we findCould yield contentment to his greater mind.
A warlike champion he had been,And many feats of chivalryHad done: in kingly courts his eye had seenA vast varietyOf earthly joys: yet he despisedThose fading honours and false pleasuresWhich are by mortals so much prized;And placed his happiness in other treasures:No state of life which in this world we findCould yield contentment to his greater mind.
A warlike champion he had been,And many feats of chivalryHad done: in kingly courts his eye had seenA vast varietyOf earthly joys: yet he despisedThose fading honours and false pleasuresWhich are by mortals so much prized;And placed his happiness in other treasures:No state of life which in this world we findCould yield contentment to his greater mind.
A warlike champion he had been,
And many feats of chivalry
Had done: in kingly courts his eye had seen
A vast variety
Of earthly joys: yet he despised
Those fading honours and false pleasures
Which are by mortals so much prized;
And placed his happiness in other treasures:
No state of life which in this world we find
Could yield contentment to his greater mind.
His fingers touched his trembling lyre,And every quivering string did yieldA sound that filled all the Jewish quire,And echoed in the field.No pleasure was so great to himAs in a silent night to seeThe moon and stars: a CherubimAbove them even here he seemed to be.Enflamed with love it was his great desire,To sing, contemplate, ponder, and admire.
His fingers touched his trembling lyre,And every quivering string did yieldA sound that filled all the Jewish quire,And echoed in the field.No pleasure was so great to himAs in a silent night to seeThe moon and stars: a CherubimAbove them even here he seemed to be.Enflamed with love it was his great desire,To sing, contemplate, ponder, and admire.
His fingers touched his trembling lyre,And every quivering string did yieldA sound that filled all the Jewish quire,And echoed in the field.No pleasure was so great to himAs in a silent night to seeThe moon and stars: a CherubimAbove them even here he seemed to be.Enflamed with love it was his great desire,To sing, contemplate, ponder, and admire.
His fingers touched his trembling lyre,
And every quivering string did yield
A sound that filled all the Jewish quire,
And echoed in the field.
No pleasure was so great to him
As in a silent night to see
The moon and stars: a Cherubim
Above them even here he seemed to be.
Enflamed with love it was his great desire,
To sing, contemplate, ponder, and admire.
He was a prophet and foresawThings extant in the world to come:He was a judge and ruled by a lawThat than the honeycombWas sweeter far: he was a sage,And all his people could advise;An oracle whose every pageContained in verse the greatest mysteries:But most he then enjoy'd himself when heDid as a poet praise the Deity.
He was a prophet and foresawThings extant in the world to come:He was a judge and ruled by a lawThat than the honeycombWas sweeter far: he was a sage,And all his people could advise;An oracle whose every pageContained in verse the greatest mysteries:But most he then enjoy'd himself when heDid as a poet praise the Deity.
He was a prophet and foresawThings extant in the world to come:He was a judge and ruled by a lawThat than the honeycombWas sweeter far: he was a sage,And all his people could advise;An oracle whose every pageContained in verse the greatest mysteries:But most he then enjoy'd himself when heDid as a poet praise the Deity.
He was a prophet and foresaw
Things extant in the world to come:
He was a judge and ruled by a law
That than the honeycomb
Was sweeter far: he was a sage,
And all his people could advise;
An oracle whose every page
Contained in verse the greatest mysteries:
But most he then enjoy'd himself when he
Did as a poet praise the Deity.
A shepherd, soldier, and divine,A judge, a courtier, and a king,Priest, angel, prophet, oracle did shineAt once when he did sing.Philosopher and poet tooDid in his melody appear;All these in him did please the viewOf those that did his Heavenly music hear,And every drop that from his flowing quillCame down did all the world with nectar fill.
A shepherd, soldier, and divine,A judge, a courtier, and a king,Priest, angel, prophet, oracle did shineAt once when he did sing.Philosopher and poet tooDid in his melody appear;All these in him did please the viewOf those that did his Heavenly music hear,And every drop that from his flowing quillCame down did all the world with nectar fill.
A shepherd, soldier, and divine,A judge, a courtier, and a king,Priest, angel, prophet, oracle did shineAt once when he did sing.Philosopher and poet tooDid in his melody appear;All these in him did please the viewOf those that did his Heavenly music hear,And every drop that from his flowing quillCame down did all the world with nectar fill.
A shepherd, soldier, and divine,
A judge, a courtier, and a king,
Priest, angel, prophet, oracle did shine
At once when he did sing.
Philosopher and poet too
Did in his melody appear;
All these in him did please the view
Of those that did his Heavenly music hear,
And every drop that from his flowing quill
Came down did all the world with nectar fill.
He had a deep and perfect senseOf all the glories and the pleasuresThat in God's works are hid; the excellenceOf such transcendent treasuresMade him on earth an Heavenly King,And fill'd his solitudes with joy;He never did more sweetly singThan when alone, tho' that doth mirth destroy:Sense did his soul with Heavenly life inspireAnd made him seem in God's celestial quire.
He had a deep and perfect senseOf all the glories and the pleasuresThat in God's works are hid; the excellenceOf such transcendent treasuresMade him on earth an Heavenly King,And fill'd his solitudes with joy;He never did more sweetly singThan when alone, tho' that doth mirth destroy:Sense did his soul with Heavenly life inspireAnd made him seem in God's celestial quire.
He had a deep and perfect senseOf all the glories and the pleasuresThat in God's works are hid; the excellenceOf such transcendent treasuresMade him on earth an Heavenly King,And fill'd his solitudes with joy;He never did more sweetly singThan when alone, tho' that doth mirth destroy:Sense did his soul with Heavenly life inspireAnd made him seem in God's celestial quire.
He had a deep and perfect sense
Of all the glories and the pleasures
That in God's works are hid; the excellence
Of such transcendent treasures
Made him on earth an Heavenly King,
And fill'd his solitudes with joy;
He never did more sweetly sing
Than when alone, tho' that doth mirth destroy:
Sense did his soul with Heavenly life inspire
And made him seem in God's celestial quire.
Rich, sacred, deep and precious thingsDid here on earth the man surround:With all the glory of the King of KingsHe was most strangely crown'd.His clear soul and open sightAmong the Sons of God did seeThings filling angels with delight;His ear did hear their Heavenly melodieAnd when he was alone he all became,That Bliss implied, or did increase his fame.
Rich, sacred, deep and precious thingsDid here on earth the man surround:With all the glory of the King of KingsHe was most strangely crown'd.His clear soul and open sightAmong the Sons of God did seeThings filling angels with delight;His ear did hear their Heavenly melodieAnd when he was alone he all became,That Bliss implied, or did increase his fame.
Rich, sacred, deep and precious thingsDid here on earth the man surround:With all the glory of the King of KingsHe was most strangely crown'd.His clear soul and open sightAmong the Sons of God did seeThings filling angels with delight;His ear did hear their Heavenly melodieAnd when he was alone he all became,That Bliss implied, or did increase his fame.
Rich, sacred, deep and precious things
Did here on earth the man surround:
With all the glory of the King of Kings
He was most strangely crown'd.
His clear soul and open sight
Among the Sons of God did see
Things filling angels with delight;
His ear did hear their Heavenly melodie
And when he was alone he all became,
That Bliss implied, or did increase his fame.
All arts he then did exercise;And as his God he did adore,By secret ravishments above the skiesHe carried was beforeHe died. His soul did see and feelWhat others know not; and became,While he before his God did kneel,A constant Heavenly pure seraphic flame.O that I might unto his throne aspire,And all his joys above the stars admire.
All arts he then did exercise;And as his God he did adore,By secret ravishments above the skiesHe carried was beforeHe died. His soul did see and feelWhat others know not; and became,While he before his God did kneel,A constant Heavenly pure seraphic flame.O that I might unto his throne aspire,And all his joys above the stars admire.
All arts he then did exercise;And as his God he did adore,By secret ravishments above the skiesHe carried was beforeHe died. His soul did see and feelWhat others know not; and became,While he before his God did kneel,A constant Heavenly pure seraphic flame.O that I might unto his throne aspire,And all his joys above the stars admire.
All arts he then did exercise;
And as his God he did adore,
By secret ravishments above the skies
He carried was before
He died. His soul did see and feel
What others know not; and became,
While he before his God did kneel,
A constant Heavenly pure seraphic flame.
O that I might unto his throne aspire,
And all his joys above the stars admire.