Why did the Jews proclaim their rage?
The Romans why their swords employ?
Against the Lord their powers engage
His dear Anointed to destroy?
Come
let us break His bands
they say;
This man shall never give us laws:
And thus they cast His yoke away
And nailed the Monarch to the cross.
But God who high in glory reigns
Laughs at their pride
their rage controls;
He’ll vex their hearts with inward pains
And speak in thunder to their souls.
“I will maintain the King I made
On Zion’s everlasting hill;
My hand shall bring Him from the dead
And He shall stand your sovereign still.
His wondrous rising from the earth
Makes His eternal Godhead known;
The Lord declares His heav’nly birth—
“This day I have begot My Son.
Ascend
My Son
to My right hand
There Thou shalt ask
and I bestow
The utmost bounds of heathen lands;
To Thee the northern isles shall bow.
But nations that resist His grace
Shall fall beneath His iron stroke;
His rod shall crush His foes with ease
As potters’ earthen work is broke.
Now
ye that sit on earthly thrones
Be wise
and serve the Lord
the Lamb;
Now at His feet submit your crowns
Rejoice and tremble at His name.
With humble love address the Son
Lest He grow angry
and ye die;
His wrath will burn to worlds unknown
If ye provoke His jealousy.
His storms shall drive you quick to hell;
He is a God
and ye but dust;
Happy the souls that know Him well
And make His grace their only trust.
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