The powers of earth and hell combine
With Jesus war to wage;
God laughs to scorn their mad design
And foils their impious rage.
Vain are the brutal pains they spend
His purpose to defeat;
Their wrongs and insults only tend
His conquests to complete.
He triumphed on the accursèd tree
He burst the guarded grave;
Then rose on high
by God’s decree
The world to sway and save.
Kings of the earth
your monarch learn;
O kiss the Son of God;
Nor bid His golden scepter turn
Into an iron rod.
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