Win the goal by heaven designed.

God, not mammon, hath the worship
Of His people, pure in heart:
This is Zion--oh, ye nations,
Choose with her "the better part!"

Crown and sceptre, sword and buckler--
Baubles!--lay them at her feet.
Strife no more shall vex creation;
Christ's is now the kingly seat.

Cities, empires, kingdoms, powers,
In one mighty realm divine.
She, the least and last of nations,
Henceforth as their head shall shine.

'Tis thy future glory, Zion,
Glittering in celestial rays,
As the ocean's sun-lit surging
Rolls upon my raptured gaze!

All that ages past have promised,
All that noblest minds have prized,
All that holy lips have prayed for,
Here at last is realized.

--_Orson F. Whitney._