Tune--Luther's Chorale <br />'Ein' feste burg ist unser Gott' <br /> <br />I <br />Of old our City hath renown. <br />Of God are her foundations, <br />Wherein this day a King we crown <br />Elate among the nations. <br />Acknowledge, then, thou King-- <br />And you, ye people, sing-- <br />What deeds His arm hath wrought: <br />Yea, let their tale be taught <br />To endless generations. <br /> <br />II <br />So long, so far, Jehovah guides <br />His people's path attending, <br />By pastures green and water-sides <br />Toward His hill ascending; <br />Whence they beneath the stars <br />Shall view their ancient wars, <br />Their perils, far removed. <br />O might of mercy proved! <br />O love past comprehending! <br /> <br />III <br />He was that God, for man which spake <br />From Sinai forth in thunder; <br />He was that Love, for man which brake <br />The dreadful grave asunder. <br />Lord over every lord, <br />His consecrating word <br />An earthly prince awaits; <br />Lift then your heads, ye gates! <br />Your King comes riding under. <br /> <br />IV <br />Be ye lift up, ye deathless doors; <br />Let wave your banners o'er Him! <br />Exult, ye streets; be strewn, ye floors, <br />With palm, with bay, before Him! <br />With transport fetch Him in, <br />Ye ransom'd folk from sin-- <br />Your Lord, return'd to bless! <br />O kneeling king, confess-- <br />O subject men, adore Him!<br /><br />Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coronation-hymn/
