1 "Now from the roaring lion's rage,
"O LORD, protect thy son;
"Nor leave thy darling to engage
"The powe'rs of hell alone."
2 Thus did our suff'ring Saviour pray,
With mighty cries and tears;
GOD heard him in that dreadful day,
And chac'd away his fears.
3 Great was the vict'ry of his death;
His throne exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship or shall die.
4 A num'rous offspring must arise
From his expiring groans;
They shall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.
5 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread:
And all that seek the LORD shall be
With joys immortal fed.
6 The isles shall know the righteousness
Of our incarnate GOD'
And nations yet unborn profess
Salvation in his blood.
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First Line: | Now from the roaring lion's rage |
Title: | CHRIST's Sufferings and Kingdom |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
Scripture: | ; |
Notes: | Public Domain. |