The host of the angels to wait on their Lord,

And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,

And all who the palm-wreath of victory wear.

H. H. Milman.

Messiah comes! ye rugged paths be plain!

The Shiloh comes! ye towering cedars bend;

Swell forth, ye valleys; and, ye rocks, descend;

The withered branch let balmy fruits adorn,

And clustering roses twine the leafless thorn;

Burst forth, ye vocal groves, your joy to tell—