And he his strength delivered into captivity; He left his glory in the hand of his proud enemy.
Arise, O Lord, into thy rest, th' ark of thy strength, and thou.
Ye gates, lift up your heads on high; ye doors that last for aye, Be lifted up, that so the King of glory enter may.
That I thy power may behold, and brightness of thy face, As I have seen thee heretofore within thy holy place.