1 Why rage the heathen furiously,
Vain things the people muse?
2 Kings of the earth do set themselves,
And princes plotting use.
With one consent against the Lord,
Against his Christ also,
3 Let us asunder break their bands,
And their cords from us throw.
4 He that in heaven sits shall laugh,
The Lord deride them shall.
5 Then to them in his ire he'll speak,
In's wrath sore vex them all.
6 But I anoint my king upon
Zion my holy hill.
7 The counsel that establish'd is
Declare abroad I will.
8 The Lord said, Thou'rt my Son, this day
I thee begotten have;
Ask thou of me, and for my lot
The heathen I will give;
And of the earth thou shalt possess
The utmost coast abroad.
9 Thou shalt them break as potters sherd,
And crust with iron rod,
10 And now ye kings be wise, be learn'd
Earth's judges ye that are.
11 Serve ye the Lord with reverence,
Rejoyce with trembling fear.
12 Kiss ye the son lest he be wroth,
And ye fall in the way,
When his wrath but a little burns,
Bless'd all that on him stay.
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