Behold thenceforth I struck my root.
Like Carmel’s cedar, or the palm
That gladdens ’mid Engaddi’s dew,
Or plane-tree set by waters calm,
I stood; my fragrance round I threw.
Behold! I live where dwells not sin:
I breathe in climes no foulness taints:
I reign in God’s fair court, and in
The full assembly of His saints.