Who make their peace with the King of kings?
He holds the worlds in his mighty hand,
He rules o’er all created things;
His arm alone can bear us up
When earth is drinking her dregs of woe;
His mercy alone is ground for hope,
His chosen only will safety know—
Ah! then who cares for the scoffer’s boasts,
If he may be owned by the Lord of hosts.
In that dread day, when the proud and great