1 Tho’ scorners Thee defy,
And proud blasphemers roar,
Thy throne, O Jesus, God most high,
Endureth evermore!
2 Thine hands a scepter hold,
Which only God can grasp;
Which wisdom swayed all times of old,
And truth and mercy clasp.
3 Thou lovest righteousness,
And will uphold its seat,
And daring sinners, great or less,
Shall perish at Thy feet.
4 Thy subject I would be,
And willing made by grace,
A servant waiting here on Thee,
Till called to see Thy face.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13692