Kings of the earth with glad accord
Shall, for their nobler gain,
Give up their kingdoms to the Lord,
Who shall for ever reign.

Great God, thou dost thy pow'r assume,
We give thee thanks for this;
Thou art, and wast, and art to come,
And thine the kingdom is.

The angry nations fret and roar,
And vex themselves in rage,
That they can slay the saints no more,
Norhunt them off the stage.

But on the wings of vengeance flees
Our great and mighty God,
To pay, with int'rest, resting foes,
And long arrears of blood,

The Judge appears, the martyrs rise,
To share the grand solace;
Come, come, ye saints, receive the prize,
The full reward of grace.

Destroyers rise, and new appear
Before the hated throne,
The last decisive doom to hear;
Ye sons of wrath, be gone.