1 Wherefore do the nations rage
and the people vainly dream
that in triumph they can wage
war against the LORD supreme?
His Anointed they deride,
and the rulers, plotting, say,
"Their dominion be defied,
let us cast their bonds away."
2 But the Lord will scorn them all;
calm, he sits enthroned on high.
Soon his wrath will on them fall;
angered, he will then reply,
"Yet according to my will
I have set my King to reign,
and on Zion's holy hill
my Anointed I maintain."
3 My LORD speaks, "You are my Son;
yes, I have begotten you.
I will give you every one
of the nations as your due.
From your rule, now let them learn:
break them with an iron rod,
dash them like a potter's urn,
crush those enemies of God."
4 Therefore, rulers, kings, come near,
listen to God's holy word.
Come with reverence, come with fear.
Kiss the Son and serve the LORD,
lest his anger quickly flame
and you perish in your way.
All are blest who trust in him;
yes, supremely blest are they.
Source: Psalter Hymnal (Gray) #2