Let God arise, let His enemies be scattered: let them also that hate Him flee before Him. Psalm 68:1
Lord, Thy Church hath seen Thee rise,
To Thy temple in the skies;
God, my Savior! God, my king!
Still Thy ransomed round Thee sing.
When, in glories all divine,
Through the earth Thy Church shall shine,
Kings, in prayer and praise, shall wait,
Bending at Thy temple’s gate.