1 Why do the people rage,
Devising frantic things?
Why do the kings of earth engage
Against the King of kings?
"Come, let us burst His yoke," they say,
"And cast His hateful bonds away!"
2 God on His heavenly throne
Laughs at their impious aims;
He made the nations for His own,
And thus His will proclaims,
"On Zion’s hill My King shall sit;
Perish, ye rebels, or submit!"
3 "Ere time its course began
I issued My decree,
This day, My Son, the Son of Man,
Have I begotten Thee.
To Thee the world and all that live,
Thy blood-bought heritage, I give!"
4 Hear then, ye monarchs, hear!
Ye great, a Greater own!
Bow down with holy joy and fear
Before Messiah’s throne!
Upon Him life and death depend;
O blest who find in Christ a friend!
Lyte, Henry Francis, M.A., son of Captain Thomas Lyte, was born at Ednam, near Kelso, June 1, 1793, and educated at Portora (the Royal School of Enniskillen), and at Trinity College, Dublin, of which he was a Scholar, and where he graduated in 1814. During his University course he distinguished himself by gaining the English prize poem on three occasions. At one time he had intended studying Medicine; but this he abandoned for Theology, and took Holy Orders in 1815, his first curacy being in the neighbourhood of Wexford. In 1817, he removed to Marazion, in Cornwall. There, in 1818, he underwent a great spiritual change, which shaped and influenced the whole of his after life, the immediate cause being the illness and death of a brother cler… Go to person page >
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