By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      1 THE Lord is King, and earth submits,
      Howe'er impatient, to his sway,
      Between the cherubim he sits,
      And makes his restless foes obey.

      2 All power is to our Jesus given,
      O'er earth's rebellious sons he reigns;
      He mildly rules the hosts of heaven,
      And holds the powers of hell in chains.

      3 In vain doth Satan rage his hour,
      Beyond his chain he cannot go;
      Our Jesus shall stir up his power,
      And soon avenge us of our foe.

      4 Jesus shall his great arm reveal;
      Jesus, the woman's conquering Seed,
      (Though now the Serpent bruise his heel)
      Jesus shall bruise the Serpent's head.

      5 The enemy his tares hath sown,
      But Christ shall shortly root them up,
      Shall cast the dire accuser down,
      And disappoint his children's hope;

      6 Shall still the proud Philistine's noise,
      Baffle the sons of unbelief,
      Nor long permit them to rejoice,
      But turn their triumph into grief.

      7 Come, glorious Lord, the rebels spurn,
      Scatter thy foes, victorious King!
      And Gath and Askelon shall mourn,
      And all the sons of God shall sing;

      8 Shall magnify the sovereign grace
      Of him that sits upon the throne;
      And earth and heaven conspire to praise
      Jehovah, and his conquering, Son.