Christian Songs, Song XC

The Lord, the Saviour reigns, Praise him in lofty strains, He reigns above; Nought can his kingdom shake, Nor ever from it take His Father's love. The powers of earth and hell, With wrath and anger smell, Because his brethren tell, Their Lord is King.

2 But all their mighty noise, Can't marr his people's joys, In him their King; Angels with them combine, And all together join, Of him to sing; For he's their only light, Of God the image bright, And he shall rule with might, Eternal King.

3 His foes do fret in vain, His pow'r he will maintain, As Lord of all: He soon will rend the skies, With vengeance in his eyes, And crush them all; The saints shall then appear, Their Lord's own likeness wear, Deliver'd from all fear, By Christ their King.

4 That day will soon arrive; By faith then let us live, In Christ our Lord; Nor care for poverty, But joy because that he Gives us his word. That when he comes again, All who the fight maintain, With him on earth shall reign; For Christ is King.