Conquering King

Behold, the coming King,
The overcoming Lord.
Before Him, all
The nations fall
Beneath His glit'ring sword.

Though all the world rebell
And spit into His face
They earn His ire
And feel His fire;
They did despise His grace.

Repent while there is time
And serve the LORD with fear.
Bow low and kiss
The Son, or miss
The blessings faith brings near.

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