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Psalms 2:1

• [Psa 2:1] O Wherefore Do The Nations Rage?

  O wherefore do the nations rage, And kings and rulers strive in vain, Against the Lord of earth and Heav’n To overthrow Messiah’s reign? Their strength is weakness in the sight Of Him Who sits enthroned above; He speaks, and judgments fall on them Who tempt His wrath and scorn His love. By God’s decree His Son receives The nations for His heritage; The conqu’ring Christ supreme shall reign As King of kings, from age to age. Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, And serve the Lord with godly fear; With reverent joy confess the Son While yet in mercy He is near. Delay not, lest His anger rise, And ye should perish in your way; Lo, all that put their trust in Him Are blest indeed, and blest for aye.

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• [Psa 2:1] Wherefore Do The Nations Rage

  Wherefore do the nations rage, And the people vainly dream, That in triumph they can wage War against the Lord supreme? His Anointed they deride, And the rulers plotting say: Their dominion be defied, Let us cast their bonds away. But the Lord will scorn them all, Calm He sits enthroned on high; Soon His wrath will on them fall, Angered then He will reply: Yet according to My will I have set My King to reign, And on Zion’s holy hill Mine Anointed I maintain. This the word declared to me, This Jehovah’s firm decree: Thou art my belovèd Son, Yea, I have begotten Thee. Ask and have Thy full demands, Thine shall all the heathen be, Thine the utmost of the lands, They shall be possessed of Thee. Dash them like a potter’s urn, Thou shalt break them with a rod. Therefore, kings and judges, learn Anxiously to serve your God. Kiss the Son and worship Him, Lest ye perish in the way; Blest are all who trust in Him, Yea, supremely blest are they.

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• [Psa 2:1] Why Did The Gentiles Tumults Raise?

  Why did the Gentiles tumults raise? What rage was in their brain? Why do the people still contrive A thing that is but vain? The kings and rulers of the earth Conspire and are all bent Against the Lord, and Christ His Son, Whom He among us sent. Shall we be bound to them? Say they, Let all Their bonds be broke; And of Their doctrine and Their law Let us reject the yoke. But He that in the Heav’n doth dwell, Their doings will deride; And make them all as mocking-stocks Throughout the world so wide. For in His wrath He shall reprove Their pride and scornful way, And in His fury trouble them, And unto them shall say, I have anointed Him My King Upon My holy hill; I will therefore, Lord, preach Thy law According to Thy will: The law whereof the Lord Himself Hath thus said unto Me, Thou art My only Son, this day Have I begotten Thee. The people I will give to Thee, As heirs at Thy request The ends and coasts of all the earth By Thee shall be possessed. Thou shalt them bruise e’en like to those That under foot are trod, And as a potter’s vessel break Them with an iron rod. Now ye, O kings and rulers all, Be wise therefore and learned, By who the matters of the world Are judged and discerned. See that ye serve the Lord above In trembling and in fear; See that with reverence ye rejoice When ye to Him draw near: See that ye do embrace and kiss His Son without delay; Lest in His wrath ye suddenly Perish from the right way. If once His wrath (but little) shall Be kindled in His breast, Then only they that trust in Him Shall happy be and blest.

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• [Psa 2:1] Why Did The Jews Proclaim Their Rage?

  Why did the Jews proclaim their rage? The Romans, why their swords employ? Against the Lord their powers engage, His dear Anointed to destroy? “Come, let us break His bands,” they say; “This Man shall never give us laws”: And thus they cast His yoke away, And nail’d the Monarch to the cross. But God, who high in glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controls; He’ll vex their hearts with inward pains, And speak in thunder to their souls. “I will maintain the King I made On Zion’s everlasting hill; My hand shall bring Him from the dead, And He shall stand your Sov’reign still.” His wondrous rising from the earth Makes His eternal Godhead known; The Lord declares His heav’nly birth— “This day I have begot My Son. “Ascend, My Son, to My right hand, There Thou shalt ask, and I bestow, The utmost bounds of heathen lands; To Thee the northern isles shall bow.” But nations that resist His grace Shall fall beneath His iron stroke; His rod shall crush His foes with ease, As potters’ earthen work is broke. Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones, Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb; Now at His feet submit your crowns, Rejoice and tremble at His Name. With humble love address the Son, Lest He grow angry, and ye die; His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, If ye provoke His jealousy. His storms shall drive you quick to hell; He is a God, and ye but dust; Happy the souls that know Him well, And make His grace their only trust.

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• [Psa 2:1] With Restless And Ungoverned Rage

  With restless and ungoverned rage Why do the heathen storm? Why in such rash attempts engage, As they can ne’er perform? The great in counsel and in might Their various forces bring; Against the Lord they all unite, And His anointed King. “Must we submit to their commands?” Presumptuously they say; “No, let us break Their slavish bands, And cast Their chains away.” But God, who sits enthroned on high, And sees how they combine, Does their conspiring strength defy, And mocks their vain design. Thick clouds of wrath divine shall break On His rebellious foes; And thus will He in thunder speak To all that dare oppose: “Though madly you dispute My will, The King that I ordain, Whose throne is fixed on Zion’s hill, Shall there securely reign.” Attend, O earth, whilst I declare God’s uncontrolled decree; “Thou art my Son, this day My Heir Have I begotten Thee. “Ask and receive Thy full demands; Thine shall the heathen be; The utmost limits of the lands Shall be possessed by Thee. Thy threat’ning scepter Thou shalt shake, And crush them every where; As massy bars of iron break The potter’s brittle ware.” Learn then, ye princes, and give ear, Ye judges of the earth; Worship the Lord with holy fear; Rejoice with awful mirth. Appease the Son with due respect, Your timely homage pay; Lest He revenge the bold neglect, Incensed by your delay. If but in part His anger rise, Who can endure the flame? Then blest are they whose hope relies On His most holy Name.

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Psalms 3:1-8

• [Psa 3:1] My God, How Many Are My Fears

  My God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. The lying tempter would persuade There’s no relief in Heav’n; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiv’n. But Thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. I cried, and from His holy hill He bowed a listening ear; I called my Father, and my God, And He subdued my fear. He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wondered at the grace That guarded my repose. What though the hosts of death and hell All armed against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. Arise, O Lord, fulfill Thy grace, While I Thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent’s teeth, And death has lost his sting. Salvation to the Lord belongs; His arm alone can save; Blessings attend Thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.

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• [Psa 3:1] O Lord, How Are My Foes Increased

  O Lord, how are my foes increased! Against me many rise; How many say, in vain for help He on his God relies. Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord, My Savior, O Most High, The Lord from out His holy hill Gives answer when I cry. I laid me down and slept, I waked, Because the Lord sustains; Though many thousands compass me, Unmoved my soul remains. Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; For Thou hast owned my cause; And oft hast beaten down my foes Who scorn Thy righteous laws. Salvation to the Lord belongs, In Him His saints are blest; O let Thy blessing evermore Upon Thy people rest.

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• [Psa 3:1] O Lord, How Many They

  O Lord, how many they Who deeply trouble me; How greatly are they multiplied Who do me injury. There is no help for him, No help in God, they say; Thou art my Shield and Glory, Lord, Thou art my certain Stay. I called to God, He heard From out His holy hill. I fell asleep, I woke in peace, For He sustained me still. Arise and save, O Lord, For Thou didst smite my foe. Salvation cometh from the Lord; His saints His blessings know.

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• [Psa 3:5] O Lord, How Many Are My Foes

  O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, But my defense and hope is God. Tired with the burdens of the day, To Thee I raised an evening cry: Thou heard’st when I began to pray, And Thine almighty help was nigh. Supported by Thine heav’nly aid, I laid me down, and slept secure: Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. But God sustained me all the night: Salvation doth to God belong; He raised my head to see the light, And make His praise my morning song.

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• [Psa 3:8] Great Source Of Unexhausted Good

  Great Source of unexhausted good, Who givest us health and friends and food And peace and calm content; Like fragrant incense, to the skies, Let songs of grateful praises rise For all Thy blessings lent. Through all the dangers of the day, Thy providence attends our way, To guard us and to guide; Thy grace directs our wandering will, And warns us, lest seducing ill Allure our souls aside. To Thee our lives, our all, we owe, Our peace and sweetest joys below, And brightest hopes above; Then let our lives, and all that’s ours, Our souls, and all our active powers, Be sacred to Thy love.

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• [Psa 3:8] Thy Blessing, O Lord

  Thy blessing, O Lord, With peace us afford; Protect and keep us from danger. Thy face ever bright With heavenly light Let shine now upon us, Thy children. Thy countenance lift, And grant us Thy gift, The peace that abideth forever. That thus we may be Forever with Thee; O Jesus, say “Amen,” yea, “Amen.”
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