I now behold Him on a seat
Of majesty o’er angels raised;
The crowns of heaven laid at his feet,
His Holy Name by myriads praised.
And, Lord, among the crowns which heaven
Adoring, at thy footstool lays,
By contrite Earth may soon be given
A chaplet—not of shame, but praise.
For Thou hast crownèd her with flowers,
And, more than all, with saving love: