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PSALM II.
WHY do the heathen fiercely rage,
The people strive in vain,
While kings and princes counsel take
Against the Lord again?
Yea, 'gainst His own Anointed One
They lift their proud array;
But we will burst their firmest bonds,
And cast their cords away.

For He who dwells enshrined in light,
Shall laugh their rage to scorn,
Shall stretch His hand in judgment forth,
And cause their tribes to mourn.
He shall speak to them in His wrath,
And vex the nations still;—
Yet have I firmly set My King
On Zion's holy hill.

That high decree I will declare,
For God hath said to Me,
Thou art mine only Son! this day
Have I begotten Thee.