The King on Zion’s Hill

 

Why do the nations rage in pride,

And rulers mock the Lord Most High?

They cast His cords and laws aside,

Yet Heaven laughs from throne on high.

The Lord declares in holy might,

“My Son I’ve crowned in Zion’s land;

Ask, and the earth shall be Thy right,

The world shall bow at Thy command.”

With iron rod His reign shall stand,

The clay of pride shall break and fall;

Be wise, O kings, at His command—

Serve Him with fear, the Lord of all.

Kiss the Son, His mercy claim,

Blessed are all who trust His name.