6 Now he's ascended high, And asks to rule the earth; The merit of his blood be pleads, And pleads his heavenly birth.
7 He asks, and God bestows A large inheritance; Far as the world's remotest ends His kingdom shall advance.
8 The nations that rebel Must feel his iron rod; He'll vindicate those honours well Which he receiv'd from God.
9 [Be wise, ye rulers, now, And worship at his throne; With trembling joy, ye people, bow To God's exalted Son.
10 If once his wrath arise, Ye perish on the place; Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace.]