Psalm two
Why do the heathen rage
And the people imagine a vain thing
The kings of the earth set themselves
And the rulers take counsel together
Against the Lord and against His anointed
Saying, Let us break their bands asunder
And cast away their cords from us
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh
The Lord shall have them in derision
Then shall He speak unto them in His wrath
And vex them in His sore displeasure
Yet have I set my king
Upon my holy hill of Zion
I will declare the decree
The Lord hath set unto me
Thou art my son
This day have I begotten thee
Ask of me, and I shall give thee
The heathen for thy inheritance
And the uttermost parts of the earth
For thy possession
Thou shalt break them with the rod of iron
Thou shalt dash them in pieces
Like a potter's vessel
Be wise now, therefore, O ye kings
Be instructed, ye judges of the earth
Serve the Lord with fear
And rejoice with trembling
Kiss the son, lest he be angry
And ye perish from the way
When his wrath is kindled but a little
Blessed are all they
That put their trust in him
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Psalm two
Why do the heathen rage
And the people imagine a vain thing
The kings of the earth set themselves
And the rulers take counsel together
Against the Lord and against His anointed
Saying, Let us break their bands asunder
And cast away their cords from us
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh
The Lord shall have them in derision
Then shall He speak unto them in His wrath
And vex them in His sore displeasure
Yet have I set my king
Upon my holy hill of Zion
I will declare the decree
The Lord hath set unto me
Thou art my son
This day have I begotten thee
Ask of me, and I shall give thee
The heathen for thy inheritance
And the uttermost parts of the earth
For thy possession
Thou shalt break them with the rod of iron
Thou shalt dash them in pieces
Like a potter's vessel
Be wise now, therefore, O ye kings
Be instructed, ye judges of the earth
Serve the Lord with fear
And rejoice with trembling
Kiss the son, lest he be angry
And ye perish from the way
When his wrath is kindled but a little
Blessed are all they
That put their trust in him
Why do the heathen rage
And the people imagine a vain thing
The kings of the earth set themselves
And the rulers take counsel together
Against the Lord and against His anointed
Saying, Let us break their bands asunder
And cast away their cords from us
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh
The Lord shall have them in derision
Then shall He speak unto them in His wrath
And vex them in His sore displeasure
Yet have I set my king
Upon my holy hill of Zion
I will declare the decree
The Lord hath set unto me
Thou art my son
This day have I begotten thee
Ask of me, and I shall give thee
The heathen for thy inheritance
And the uttermost parts of the earth
For thy possession
Thou shalt break them with the rod of iron
Thou shalt dash them in pieces
Like a potter's vessel
Be wise now, therefore, O ye kings
Be instructed, ye judges of the earth
Serve the Lord with fear
And rejoice with trembling
Kiss the son, lest he be angry
And ye perish from the way
When his wrath is kindled but a little
Blessed are all they
That put their trust in him
Writer: Jann Melendez
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