If sinners join their hands And rise against the Lord Rebel against the Christ And despise the great King The world may mock Satan may threat It's all deceits It's all vain
Our risen Saviour reigns On Zion's holy hill It is the Lord's decree Upholds and keeps His son From the cold tomb He bids Him rise And to ascend That He might save
O serve the Lord in fear Revere His blest command With gladness come to Him In awe stand before Him Bow down the knee And prostrate fall Tell of His might Kiss thou the son. Amin.