Psalm 72

Like gentle rain

He comes to govern

Fresh upon mown sod

Son of Man in royal lineage

Also Son of God

Champion for the suffering

Always

Haven for the lost

Banquet for the starving

Liberal

Sparing not the cost

Nations line to

Pay Him tribute

His the Golden Realm

Offering peace

A mighty river

Justice at the helm

Fearsome  still

The awesome prospect

Of His righteous wrath

Feeling men

With half a conscience

Dare not cross His path

Gifts pour in

And that right gladly

Always in His debt

Throne Eternal

Shows our vision

But a fraction yet.

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