1 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.

2 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."

3 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.