1 "Now from the roaring lion's rage, "O Lord, protect thy Son; "Nor leave thy darling to engage, "The powers of hell alone."
2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears; God heard him in that dreadful day, And chas'd away his fears.
3 Great was the victory of his death, His throne exalted high; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worship or shall die.
4 A numerous offspring must arise From his expiring groans; They shall be reckon'd in his eyes For daughters and for sons.
5 The meek and humble soul shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed.
6 The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God; And nations yet unborn profess Salvation in his blood.