Why do the nations conspire
And people plot in vain?
The kings of the earth take their stand
And the rulers gather together
Against the Lord and against
His Anointed One
Let us break their chains
And throw off their fetters
Sitteth in the heaven,
The Lord scoffs at them
He talks them in His anger
And scares them in His furor
I installed my King on my holy hill
I will declare the decree
The Lord hath said unto me
Thou are my son I have become thy father
Ask of me and I give thee
Every nations
The ends of the earth
For thy possession
Thou shall break them with a rod of iron,
Thou shall dash
Them in little peaces
Like a potter's vessel
Therefore, ye kings, be wise
Be warned, ye rulers
Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling
Kiss the Son lest he be angry
And ye be destroyed in your way
For his wrath can flare up in a moment
Blessed are all they that put their trust in Him