If sinners join their hands

And rise against the Lord

Rebel against the Christ

And despise the great King

The world may mock, Satan may threat

It’s all deceits, it’s all in vain.

Our risen Saviour reigns

On Zion's holy hill

It is the Lord's decree

Upholds and keeps His son

From the cold tomb He bids Him rise

And to ascend, that He might save.

O serve the Lord in fear

Revere His blest command

With gladness come to Him

In awe stand before Him

Bow down the knee and prostrate fall

Tell of His might, kiss thou the son.