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.
