Tho’ Scorners Thee Defy

Tho’ scorn­ers Thee de­fy

And proud blas­phem­ers roar

Thy throne

O Je­sus

God most high

Endureth ev­er­more!

Thine hands a scep­ter hold

Which on­ly God can grasp;

Which wis­dom swayed all times of old

And truth and mer­cy clasp.

Thou lov­est right­eous­ness

And will up­hold its seat

And dar­ing sin­ners

great or less

Shall per­ish at Thy feet.

Thy sub­ject I would be

And will­ing made by grace

A serv­ant wait­ing here on Thee

Till called to see Thy face.