The King Has Come

Let hea­then rage

and kings com­bine

But Je­sus reign­eth still;

O let us break His bonds

they say

And cast His cords from us away.

Yet shall He reign in end­less day

His throne is Zi­on’s hill.

Our God de­clares the firm de­cree

My Son

this day art Thou;

O ask

and I shall give to Thee

The ut­most land by ev­ery sea;

The glo­ry of the earth shall be

A crown up­on Thy brow.

Thou

Christ

shalt rule with rod of pow­er

Thy might with awe we see;

We kiss the hand that saves from woe

And fol­low where Thy foot­steps go;

O bless­èd are the saints be­low

Who put their trust in Thee.