The arm of Woo was full of might;
None could his fire withstand;
And Ching and K’ang stood forth to sight,
As kinged by God’s own hand.
We err not when we call them sage.
How grandly they maintained
Their hold of all the heritage
That Wan and Woo had gained!
As here we worship, they descend,
While bells and drums resound,
And stones and lutes their music blend.
With blessings we are crowned.
The rites correctly we discharge;
The feast we freely share.
Those Sires Chow’s glory will enlarge,
And ever for it care.