A King Upon the Field
At last! At last! A king upon the field!
That lay four thousand years without her Sun,
And groaning bore the necessary days
Until her longed for Sovereign be revealed.
At hand! At hand! A kingdom is at hand!
For all who are as orphans in the world,
Now brought from east and west with such a call
Which powers of hell can never countermand.
Awake! Awake! O sleeper, to His light,
Your heart of stone turned flesh beats full of life,
Once dying yet now living bend the knee
And pledge your King your love, your life, your might.
–Elizabeth Bridges Hiett