Let heathen rage, and kings combine,
But Jesus reigneth still;
O let us break His bonds, they say,
And cast His cords from us away.
Yet shall He reign in endless day,
His throne is Zion’s hill.
Our God declares the firm decree,
My Son, this day art Thou;
O ask, and I shall give to Thee
The utmost land by every sea;
The glory of the earth shall be
A crown upon Thy brow.
Thou, Christ, shalt rule with rod of power,
Thy might with awe we see;
We kiss the hand that saves from woe,
And follow where Thy footsteps go;
O blessèd are the saints below,
Who put their trust in Thee.