Be scatter'd among Israel!
"JUDAH![8] All hail, thou priest, thou king!
The crown, the glory, shall be thine;
Thine, in the fight, the eagle's wing—
Thine, on the hill, the oil and wine.
Thou lion! nations shall turn pale
When swells thy roar upon the gale.
"Judah, my son, ascend the throne,
Till comes from heaven the unborn king—
The prophesied, the mighty one,