In secret halls of darkness grim,
The princes who love greed and sin
Have made to strike the Son their task,
But shall be foiled unto the last.
For He who searches mind and heart
Has let from them His light depart,
And as they serve the ancient snake
The Lord prepares the earth to quake.
Beneath their temples, high and bright,
They think their deeds shall see no light;
But flesh and blood of souls unknown
Have cried aloud before God’s throne.
His sword is whet, His bow is drawn,
The night brings forth His Day to dawn;
So let God’s children now awake,
For He has made the tyrants shake.
The punishment has never slept
For all in whom the serpent crept.
Let kings therefore, and every ruler
Remember He whose wrath is crueler.
Fear, therefore, and kiss the Son,
That to your good, God’s will be done;
For all shall bow without exception,
With or without His election.
Ever shall His rule increase
Within His kingdom’s reign of peace;
“Therefore,” He commanded, “Go,”
As holy leaven in the dough.
How can we then be excused
From in His kingdom being used,
When in this world we need not fear,
Since death itself brings Life more near?