Scripture Verse

Those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over them—bring them here and kill them in front of me. Luke 19:27


Philip Doddridge (1702–1751)

Words: Phi­lip Dodd­ridge (1702–1751). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Found­ed on Va­ri­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­tures, by Job Or­ton (Shrop­shire, Eng­land: Jo­shua Ed­dowes & John Cot­ton: 1755), num­ber 213: Re­bels against Christ exe­cut­ed.

Music: Old Mar­tyrs Psalms (Ed­in­burgh, Scot­land: 1615) (🔊 pdf nwc).


He comes; the roy­al Con­quer­or comes;
His le­gions fill the sky;
Angelic trum­pets rend the tombs,
And loud pro­claim Him nigh.

Ye re­bel hosts, how vain your rage
Against this so­ver­eign Lord!
What mad­ness bears you on t’en­gage
The ter­rors of His sword?

Bring forth, He cries, those sons of pride,
That scorned My gen­tle sway,
To prove the arm they once de­fied
Omnipotent to slay.

Tremendous scene of wrath di­vine!
How wide the ven­geance spreads!
His point­ed darts of light­ning shine
Round their de­fense­less heads.

Now let the re­bels seek that face
From which they can­not flee!
And thou, my soul, adore the grace
That sweet­ly con­quered thee.