Testo Now From The Roaruing Lion´s Rage

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.