Attend, O Earth, God Doth Declare

Attend

O earth! God doth de­clare

His uncon­trolled de­cree;

“Thou art My Son

this day

My heir.

Have I be­got­ten Thee.

“Upon My ho­ly Zion’s hill

My King I Thee or­dain;

And though Thy foes dis­pute My will

Thou shalt for­ev­er reign.

“Ask

and re­ceive Thy full de­mands;

Thine shall the hea­then be;

The ut­most lim­it of the lands

Shall be pos­sessed by Thee.

Thy right­eous scept­er Thou shalt sway

And all Thy foes co­mmand;

Just as the po­tter breaks the clay

And molds it with his hand.

If but in part His an­ger rise

Who can e­ndure the flame?

Then blest are they whose hope re­lies

On His most ho­ly name.