1 Thus saith the Ruler of the skies, "Awake, my dreadful sword; "Awake, my wrath and smite the man, "My fellow," saith the Lord.
2 Vengeance receiv'd the dread command, And armed down she flies, Jesus submits t' his Father's hand, And bows his head and dies.
3 But O! the wisdom and the grace That join with vengeance now! He dies to save our guilty race, And yet he rises too.
4 A person so divine was he Who yielded to be slain, That he could give his soul away, And take his life again.
5 Live, glorious Lord, and reign on high, Let every nation sing, And angels sound with endless joy The Saviour and the King.