Even on a Sunday, the bad news doesn’t stop bubbling up from the bottom of the cauldron. Our God laughs at it. The heathen rage, but the walls of the City of God are impregnable.
Does anybody know a glorious, blow-Satan-and-his-stooges-into-extremely-tiny-pieces version of this hymn? If you do, tell me where to find it, and I’ll post it.