Oh, Why, by Furious Rage Combined

Oh

why

by fur­ious rage com­bined

Were Is­ra­el’s sons with hea­thens joined

And mad­ly drew the hos­tile sword

Against their own an­oint­ed Lord?

Their blind­ed coun­sels but ful­fill

The gra­cious pur­pose of His will.

By them that pre­cious blood was spilt

Which flowed to wash away our guilt;

And Je­sus but re­signed His breath

To tri­umph ov­er sin and death;

Henceforth as Son of God to reign

The uni­verse His wide do­main.

Those sac­red brows

once torn with thorns

An ev­er­last­ing crown adorns;

Those hands

by cru­el cords dis­graced

In which the in­sult­ing reed was placed

Now grasp the migh­ty rod of pow’r—

Oh trem­ble

na­tions

and ad­ore!

But still

yes still

with ten­der love

He prays

He pleads for us ab­ove;

Oh seek we then the Sav­ior’s face

With joy ac­cept His of­fered grace

Ere

armed with ven­geance from on high

He comes in dread­ful ma­jes­ty.