And prophets praised with glowing tongue:
2 Not now on Zion’s hight alone
Thy favored worshipers may dwell;
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary, by the patriarch’s well.
3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer—
The incense of the heart—may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair,