Now From The Roaruing Lion´s Rage Songtext / Lyric

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 suff'ring Savior pray,
With mighty cries and tears;
God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chased away his fears.

3. Great was the vict'ry of his death,
His throne exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship or shall die.
4. A num'rous offspring must arise
From his expiring groans;
They shall be reckoned in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.
5. The meek and humble souls 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.