1 Wherefore do the nations wage
War against the King of kings?
Whence the people’s maddening rage,
Fraught with vain imaginings?
2 Haughty chiefs and rulers proud
Forth in banded fury run,
Braving, with defiance loud,
God and His anointed Son.
3 "Let us break their bonds in twain!
Let us cast their cords away!"
But the Highest with disdain
Sees and mocks their vain array.
4 "High on Zion I prepare"
(Thus He speaks) "a regal throne;
Thou, My Prince, My chosen heir,
Rise to claim it as Thine own!"
5 "Son of God, with God the same,
Enter Thine imperial dome!
Lo! the shaking heav’ns proclaim,
Mightiest Lord, Thy kingdom come.
6 "Pomp or state dost Thou demand?
In Thy Father’s glory shine!
Dost Thou ask for high command?
Lo! the universe is Thine!"
7 Ye who spurn His righteous sway,
Yet, ah yet, He spares your breath;
Yet His hand, averse to slay,
Balances the bolt of death.
8 Ere that dreadful bolt descends,
Haste before His feet to fall,
Kiss the scepter He extends,
And adore Him, Lord of all!
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11871
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