"Come, let us break His bands," they say;
"This Man shall never give us laws":
And thus they cast His yoke away,
And nailed the Monarch to the tree.

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 Sovereign still."

His wondrous rising from the earth
Makes His eternal Godhead known;
The Lord declares His heavenly birth -
"This day I have begotten 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.