With glorious pomp our King and God
                                        
                                        Has entered into His abode
                                        
                                        With sacred minstrelsy and song,
                                        
                                        While maidens with their timbrels throng.
                                        
                                        Assemble ye before His face,
                                        
                                        All ye that spring from Israel’s race;
                                        
                                        Ye chosen tribes with one accord
                                        
                                        Come ye, and bless your God, the Lord.