Verse 1 Wherefore do the nations rage And the people vainly dream That in triumph they can wage War against the King supreme? Christ His Son a scoff they make, And the rulers plotting say: Their dominion let us break, Let us cast their yoke away, Their dominion let us break, Let us cast their yoke away.
Verse 2 But the Lord will scorn them all, Calm He sits enthroned on high; Soon His wrath will on them fall, Sore displeased He will reply: Yet according to My will I have set My King to reign, And on Zion’s holy hill My Anointed I maintain; And on Zion’s holy hill My anointed I maintain.
Verse 3 This His word shall be made known, This Jehovah’s firm decree: Thou art My beloved Son, Yea, I have begotten Thee. All the earth at Thy request I will give Thee for Thy own; Then Thy might shall be confessed And Thy foes be over thrown; Then Thy might shall be confessed And Thy foes be over thrown.
Verse 4 Therefore, Kings, be wise, give ear; Hearken, judges of the earth; Learn to serve the Lord with fear, Mingle trembling with your mirth. Kiss the Son, lest o’er your way His consuming wrath should break; But supremely blest are they Who in Christ their refuge take; But supremely blest are they Who in Christ their refuge take.