William Billings - Brunswick - текст песни (слова)

Why did the nations join to slay
 The Lord's anointed Son?
 Why did they cast his laws away,
 And tread his gospel down?
 
 The Lord, that sits above the skies,
 Derides their rage below;
 He speaks with vengeance in his eyes,
 And strikes their spirits through.
 
 "I call him my Eternal Son,
 And raise him from the dead;
 I make my holy hill his throne,
 And wide his kingdom spread."