Psalm 2Words: The Psalter of the United Presbyterian Church of North America, 1887 ed. Note: This page also has versions of this
psalm in 7's and Long Metre 1 Why rage the heathen? and vain things Why do the people mind? The kings of earth do set themselves, and princes are combined, 2 To plot against the Lord, and his Anointed, saying thus, Let us asunder break their bands, And cast their cords from us. 3 But he that sits in heav'n shall laugh; The Lord shall scorn them all; Then shall he speak to them in wrath, In rage he vex them shall. 4 Yet I my King anointed have Upon my holy hill; And reign as King on Zion mount For evermore he will. 5 The sure decree I will declare; The Lord hath said to me, Thou art my only Son; this day I have begotten thee. 6 Ask me, and for thy heritage The heathen I'll make thine; And, for possession, I to thee Will give earth's utmost line. 7 Thou shalt as with a weighty rod Of iron break them all; And them, as potter's vessel, thou Shalt dash in pieces small. 8 Now, therefore, kings, be wise; be taught, Ye judges of the earth; In holy fear Jehovah serve, and tremble in your mirth. 9 And kiss the Son, lest in his ire Ye perish from the way, If once his wrath begin to burn. Blest all that on him stay.
1 Why do the heathen storm with ire ? The people vanity devise? The rulers craftily conspire, The kings of earth rebellious rise. 2 Against the Lord they lift their hands, Against him and his Christ they say, "Asunder let us break their bands, And from us cast their cords away." 3 He that in heaven sits shall laugh, Jehovah shall deride them all; Then as he speaks in burning wrath~ Dismay and dread shall on them fall. 4 Yet notwithstanding I ordain" Thus shall he speak his sov'reign will "He my anointed King shall reign, On Zion, my own holy hill." 5 Thus spake to me the Holy One, I utter now the Lord's decree, Thou art proclaimed my only Son This day have I begotten thee. 6 "Ask for inheritance of me, And I will make the heathen thine; And for possession, give to thee The earth to its remotest line. 7 "An iron scepter thou shalt sway, And with it break and crush them all Even like the potter's brittle clay, Thou shalt them dash in pieces small." 8 And now, ye kings, be wise and hear; Be warned, ye judges of the earth; See that ye serve the Lord with fear, And mingle trembling with your mirth. 9 Unto the Son your homage pay, Lest, when his wrath begins to flame1 Ye fall and perish from the way. Blest all confiding in his name. |
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