With Restless and Ungoverned Rage

With rest­less and un­gov­erned rage

Why do the hea­then storm?

Why in such rash at­tempts en­gage

As they can ne’er per­form?

The great in coun­sel and in might

Their va­ri­ous forc­es bring;

Against the Lord they all unite

And His an­oint­ed king.

Must we sub­mit to Their com­mands?

Presumptuously they say;

No

let us break Their slav­ish bands

And cast Their chains away.

But God

who sits en­throned on high

And sees how they com­bine

Does their con­spir­ing strength de­fy

And mocks their vain de­sign.

Thick clouds of wrath di­vine shall break

On His re­bel­lious foes;

And thus will He in thun­der speak

To all that dare op­pose:

Though mad­ly you dis­pute My will

The king that I or­dain

Whose throne is fixed on Zi­on’s hill

Shall there se­cure­ly reign.

Attend

O earth

whilst I de­clare

God’s un­con­trolled de­cree;

“Thou art my Son

this day My heir

Have I be­got­ten Thee.

“Ask and re­ceive Thy full de­mands;

Thine shall the hea­then be;

The ut­most lim­its of the lands

Shall be pos­sessed by Thee.

Thy threat’n­ing scep­ter Thou shalt shake

And crush them ev­ery­where;

As mas­sy bars of ir­on break

The pot­ter’s brit­tle ware.

Learn then

ye princ­es

and give ear

Ye judg­es of the earth;

Worship the Lord with ho­ly fear;

Rejoice with aw­ful mirth.

Appease the Son with due re­spect

Your time­ly hom­age pay;

Lest He re­venge the bold ne­glect

Incensed by your de­lay.

If but in part His an­ger rise

Who can en­dure the flame?

Then blest are they whose hope re­lies

On His most ho­ly name.