Before Mes­si­ah’s pre­sence meet
The chiefs, at whose im­pe­ri­al feet
Arabia’s far-di­vid­ed shores
Prolific spread the rich­est stores.

See kings from Tar­shish and each isle,
Their pre­sents bring with will­ing toil;
Each prince to Him shall hom­age pay,
Each na­tion own His eq­ual sway.

He, when the help­less poor shall cry,
Shall hear pro­pi­tious from on high,
Health to their faint­ing souls con­vey,
And chal­lenge from the grave its prey.

Nor fraud, nor ra­pine’s ir­on hand
Shall dare to touch the pi­ous band;
For sac­red is their blood, and high
Its price in His pa­ter­nal eye.

Long shall He live, and She­ba’s gold
In tri­bu­ta­ry heaps be­hold
Displayed, while crowds shall sup­pli­ant bow,
And thank­ful pay their dai­ly vow.