Lift up your heads, ye gates that long endure! The King of _Glory_ comes victoriously! Who is the King of _Glory_? He, be sure, The Lord, renowned in battle! This is He! Lift up your heads, ye gates! He stands before ye; Oh ye æonian gates, uplifted be, And make to Him wide entrance whom adore ye. Who is the King ye herald? who but He, The Lord of Hosts? Who else is King of _Glory_? _J. A. Heraud._ Wake, arm divine! awake Eye of the only wise! Now for Thy _glory’s_ sake, Saviour and God arise! _Keble._ GOD. Thou art a _God_ ready to pardon, gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness.--Nehemiah, ix. 17. The mighty _God_, even the Lord, hath spoken, and called the earth from the rising of the sun unto the going down thereof. Our _God_ shall come, and shall not keep silence.--Psalm l. 1, 3. And it shall be said in that day, Lo, this is our _God_; we have waited for him, and he will save us: this is the Lord; we have waited for him, we will be glad and rejoice in his salvation.--Isaiah, xxv. 9. To whom then will ye liken _God_? or what likeness will ye compare unto him?--Isaiah, xl. 18. Prepare to meet thy _God_.--Amos, iv. 12. _God_ is a spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.--John, iv. 24. Without controversy great is the mystery of godliness: _God_ was manifest in the flesh.--I. Timothy, iii. 16. To _God_ more glory, more good-will to men From _God_, and over wrath shall grace abound. _Milton._ The heavens are a point from the pen of His perfection; The world is a rosebud from the bower of His beauty; The sun is a spark from the light of His wisdom; And the sky a bubble on the sea of His power. His beauty is free from stain of sin, Hidden in a veil of thick darkness. He formed mirrors of the atoms of the world, And he cast a reflection from His own face on every atom! To thy clear-seeing eye whatsoever is fair, When thou regardest it aright, is a reflection from His face. _Jami, from the Persian._ O Thou, whose power o’er moving worlds presides, Whose voice created and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, And cheer the clouded mind with light divine! ’Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breast, With silent confidence, and holy rest; From Thee, great _God_! we spring--to Thee we tend, Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End. _Dr. Johnson_. Not _God_ alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind. _Pope._