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 nail�d 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 Sov�reign 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.