By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s. Psalm ii.
      1 HOW are the Gentiles all on fire!
      Why rage they with vain menacing?
      'Gainst God, and his Anointed King"
      Earth's haughty potentates conspire;
      Break we (say they) their servile bands,
      And cast their cords from our free hands.

      2 But God from his celestial throne
      Shall laugh, and their attempts deride;
      Then high incensed thus check their pride,
      (His wrath in their confusion shown)
      Lo! I my King have crowned, and will
      Enthrone, on Zion's sacred hill.

      3 That great decree I shall declare;
      For thus I heard Jehovah say,
      "Thou art my Son, begot this day;
      Request, and I will grant thy prayer,
      Subject all nations to thy throne,
      And make the sea-bound earth thine own.

      4 "Thou shalt an iron sceptre sway,
      As earthen vessels, break their bones;"
      Be wise then, ye who sit on thrones,
      And judges grave, advice obey;
      With joyful fear O serve the Lord!
      With trembling joy embrace his Word.

      5 In reverent homage kiss the Son,
      Lest he his wrathful looks display,
      And so ye perish in the way,
      His anger newly but begun;
      Then blessed only are the just,
      Who on the Anointed fix their trust.