"Now from the roaring lion's rage,

"O Lord, protect thy Son;

"Nor leave thy darling to engage,

"The powers of hell alone."

Thus did our suffering Saviour pray,

With mighty cries and tears;

God heard him in that dreadful day,

And chas'd away his fears.

Great was the victory of his death,

His throne exalted high;

And all the kindreds of the earth

Shall worship or shall die.

A numerous offspring must arise

From his expiring groans;

They shall be reckon'd in his eyes

For daughters and for sons.

The meek and humble soul shall see

His table richly spread;

And all that seek the Lord shall be

With joys immortal fed.

The isles shall know the righteousness

Of our incarnate God;

And nations yet unborn profess

Salvation in his blood.