The Silken Tassel/The Greatest King
The Greatest King
"I am the King of Earth:
All golden is my seat:
I have a royal birth,
All fall before my feet;
They fear my mighty power,
They tremble in their heart;
I sit within my tower
And use my gracious art."
Thus speaks the King of Earth
In dreams of Joy and Mirth:
The wind there passes by
With a sigh!
All golden is my seat:
I have a royal birth,
All fall before my feet;
They fear my mighty power,
They tremble in their heart;
I sit within my tower
And use my gracious art."
Thus speaks the King of Earth
In dreams of Joy and Mirth:
The wind there passes by
With a sigh!
"I am the King of Kings:
Their destiny I guide:
My word is law and rings
Through countries far and wide;.
Full proud my banner waves
And flashes round my glory.
Fair Victory e’er engraves
My name in the World’s story."
Thus speaks the King of Kings,
His praise in pride he sings:
The stars look down awhile
With a smile!
Their destiny I guide:
My word is law and rings
Through countries far and wide;.
Full proud my banner waves
And flashes round my glory.
Fair Victory e’er engraves
My name in the World’s story."
Thus speaks the King of Kings,
His praise in pride he sings:
The stars look down awhile
With a smile!
Who is the Greatest King,
Whom all the worlds obey?
Whose little frown can fling
The sans in dark decay?
All heavens in whose heart
Lie like a helpless child,
Where worlds on worlds depart
In desolation wild?
Where is the greatest King,
Whose praise is worth to sing;
Whose god-crown’d majesty
Great must be?
Whom all the worlds obey?
Whose little frown can fling
The sans in dark decay?
All heavens in whose heart
Lie like a helpless child,
Where worlds on worlds depart
In desolation wild?
Where is the greatest King,
Whose praise is worth to sing;
Whose god-crown’d majesty
Great must be?
The rivers flow and flow,
The oceans roll and roll;
The winter winds do blow
On earth from pole to pole;
Time ever fills his cup
And empties in the skies,
His billows creeping up
Sweep down there all that lies.
Nor wealth, nor name, nor power
Can twinkle for an hour;
The deep dark veils of Time
Blot its prime!
The oceans roll and roll;
The winter winds do blow
On earth from pole to pole;
Time ever fills his cup
And empties in the skies,
His billows creeping up
Sweep down there all that lies.
Nor wealth, nor name, nor power
Can twinkle for an hour;
The deep dark veils of Time
Blot its prime!