Why did the nations join to slay
The Lord’s anointed Son?
Why did they cast His laws away
And tread His Gospel down?
The Lord that sits above the skies
Derides their rage below;
He speaks with vengeance in His eyes
And strikes their spirits through.
“I call Him my eternal Son
And raise Him from the dead;
I make My holy hill His throne
And wide His kingdom spread.
Ask Me
My Son
and then enjoy
The utmost heathen lands:
Thy rod of iron shall destroy
The rebel that withstands.
Be wise
ye rulers of the earth
Obey th’anointed Lord
Adore the King of heav’nly birth
And tremble at His Word.
With humble love address His throne;
For if He frown
ye die:
Those are secure
and those alone
Who on His grace rely.
Explore random hymns and find new inspiration