Why Do The Heathen Rage What Are The Nat

Why do the heathen rage?
What are the nations dreaming?
In vain against the Lord
And His Anointed scheming,
Kings of the earth arise,
And leagued rulers say:
“Come, let us break their bands,
And cast their cords away.”

He who is throned in heaven
Derides their preparation;
The Lord upon them pours
His scornful indignation:
Soon shall His voice of wrath
Their souls with terror thrill
“Yet I have set my King
On Zion’s holy hill.”–

Now will I cry aloud
And tell the Lord’s great token:
“Thou art My Son,” He saith:
To me the word was spoken:
“Yea, Thee have I this day
Begotten: ask of Me,
And Thine the heathen, Thine
Earth’s utmost parts shall be:

Beneath Thine iron rod
Thy foemen shall be shattered,
As by the potter’s hand
The broken shreds lie scattered.”
Be wise, then, O ye kings,
Ye earthly judges, hear;
Serve ye the Lord with awe,
Rejoice with trembling fear.

Bow down and kiss the Son,
Lest, if His wrath awaken,
Ye fail and fade away,
For evermore forsaken.
Soon may His anger burn,
A lightly kindled flame;
Then blessed are all they
That trust His holy name.