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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