Scripture Verse

Those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over them—bring them here and kill them in front of me. Luke 19:27


Philip Doddridge

Words: Phi­lip Dodd­ridge (1702–1751). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Found­ed on Va­ri­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­tures, by Job Or­ton (Shrop­shire, Eng­land: Jo­shua Ed­dowes & John Cot­ton: 1755), num­ber 213: Re­bels against Christ ex­e­cut­ed.

Music: Old Mar­tyrs Psalms (Ed­in­burgh, Scot­land: 1615) (🔊 pdf nwc).


He comes; the royal Conqueror comes;
His legions fill the sky;
Angelic trumpets rend the tombs,
And loud proclaim Him nigh.

Ye rebel hosts, how vain your rage
Against this sovereign Lord!
What madness bears you on t’engage
The terrors of His sword?

Bring forth, He cries, those sons of pride,
That scorned My gentle sway,
To prove the arm they once defied
Omnipotent to slay.

Tremendous scene of wrath divine!
How wide the vengeance spreads!
His pointed darts of lightning shine
Round their defenseless heads.

Now let the rebels seek that face
From which they cannot flee!
And thou, my soul, adore the grace
That sweetly conquered thee.