To Tame the Kingdoms Let His Angels Run
Lift up your eyes and look unto the hills,
God’s glory is declarèd from the heaven,
He warms the earth as though the living sun
That causes plants to grow and rivers run
From Him had sprung. The meadow and green tree
Lift up a branch and all in praise of Thee.
Man he created sovereign under heaven
To joy him in the light-renewing sun,
There in his veins the dancing rivers run,
But he’s as much a mine as he’s a tree
That lifts a branch and sings his praise of Thee
Who lit the dawn and raised the blooming hills.
There was an angel standing in the sun
Amid the solar flare where rivers run
Who sang, the heaven’s a plant, celestial tree
With garnished fruit that stems its praise of Thee.
When stars are trees, then galaxies are hills,
Where poets dream embodied still of heaven.
All through the night earth’s springs and rivers run
While orchards rest in fields, the apple tree
Outgrows from earth between us, me and thee.
And if clouds sink upon the summer hills,
Surround our infancy under the heaven,
Then as we grow clouds part, outshines the sun.
Is it man or heaven, the springing tree
Whose green boughs so transpire their love of thee?
All praise the growth that lies upon the hills.
Stand on your feet you men, look at the heaven,
Redemption near, he comes with light, the son
To tame the kingdoms let his angels run.
Heaven, earth, man, tree, praise the living God, thee,
Who wrought salvation, light and life upon the hills.
Rejoice you lands, he comes, the king of heaven
Whose glory so outshines the lowering sun
That spinning globe that round him ever runs
Will cease and root in his eternal tree.
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