Kidung Jemaat
Psalms 1:1--2:12
Serahkan pada Tuhan [KJ.417]
1. Serahkan pada Tuhan seluruh jalanmu;
kuatirmu semua ditanggungNya penuh.
Sedangkan angin lalu dituntun tanganNya,
Pun jalan di depanmu, Tuhan mengaturnya.
Mzm 37:5
1 Ptr 5:7
2. Hendaklah kau percaya kepada Tuhanmu;
niscaya kau bahagia, kerjamu pun teguh.
Usahamu sendiri takkan menolongmu;
Tuhanmu mengingini doamu yang tekun.
Mzm 1:3
Yoh 15:5
3. Ya Bapa yang rahmani, Kau sungguh mengenal
yang baik bagi kami di dalam tiap hal.
Setia kaulakukan maksudMu yang tetap;
Terwujudlah semua sempurna dan lengkap.
Rm 8:28
4. Dan waktu setan maju berontak menyerang,
tak usah ragu-ragu: Allahmu yang menang!
Mustahil Allah mundur di dalam maksudNya;
RencanaNya tak luntur, teguh selamanya.
Luk 10:17-18
Ef 4:27
1 Ptr 5:8-11
Why 12:9
5. Beban kekuatiran lepaskan sajalah;
segala kesedihan tinggalkan segera.
Tak mampu kauatasi segala-galanya;
Rajamu yang abadi menyelesaikannya.
Mat 6:25-34
Mat 11:28-30
1 Ptr 5:7
1 Tes 5:24
6. Tentulah kadang-kadang tak nampak tanganNya,
bagaikan t'lah terhadang terang anugerah,
seolah-olah Tuhan tak lagi mendengar
keluhan dan seruan di saat kau gentar.
Mzm 13:2-3
Mzm 28:1
7. Tetap senantiasa percayalah teguh;
tak mungkin kau binasa di pergumulanmu.
Tuhanmu mengalihkan yang paling susah
pun menjadi kebajikan di jalan hidupmu.
Mzm 13:6
1 Kor 10:13
8. Alihkanlah, ya Tuhan, segala kemelut
dan ajar kami pula berjuang bertekun.
Setia Kau menjaga, membimbing umatMu
Di dalam perjalanan menuju sorgaMu.Play
Hymns
Psalms 39:1
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[Psa 39:1] With Firm Resolve I Held My Peace
With firm resolve I held my peace
And spake not either bad or good,
Lest I should utter sinful thoughts
While wicked men before me stood.While I was dumb my grief was stirred,
My heart grew hot with thought suppressed;
The while I mused the fire increased,
Then to the Lord I made request.Make me, O Lord, to know my end,
Teach me the measure of my days,
That I may know how frail I am
And turn from pride and sinful ways.My time is nothing in Thy sight,
Behold, my days are but a span;
Yea, truly, at his best estate,
A breath, a fleeting breath, is man.Man’s life is passed in vain desire
If troubled years be spent for gain;
He knows not whose his wealth shall be,
And all his toil is but in vain.And now, O Lord, what wait I for?
I have no hope except in Thee;
Let not ungodly men reproach,
From all transgressions set me free.Because Thou didst it I was dumb,
I spoke no word of rash complaint;
Remove Thy stroke away from me,
Beneath Thy chastisement I faint.When Thou for his iniquity
Rebukest and correctest man,
His beauty is consumed away;
How weak his strength, how vain his plan.Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cry;
I weep; be Thou my Comforter.
I am a stranger here below,
A pilgrim as my fathers were.O spare me, Lord, avert Thy wrath,
Deal gently with me, I implore,
That I may yet recover strength
Ere I go hence and be no more.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 147:1
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[Psa 147:1] O Could I Speak The Matchless Worth
O could I speak the matchless worth,
O could I sound the glories forth which in my Savior shine!
I’d sing His glorious righteousness, and magnify the wondrous grace
Which made salvation mine, which made salvation mine.I’d sing the precious blood He spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt of sin, and wrath divine;
I’d sing His glorious righteousness, in which all perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine, my soul shall ever shine.I’d sing the characters He bears,
And all the forms of love He wears, exalted on His throne;
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days
Make all His glories known, make all His glories known.Soon, the delightful day will come
When my dear Lord will bring me home, and I shall see His face;
Then with my Savior, Brother, Friend, a blessèd eternity I’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace, triumphant in His grace.Oh could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Saviour shine!
I’d soar, and touch the heavenly strings
And vie with Gabriel while he sings
In notes almost divine.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 147:1] O Sing Ye Hallelujah
O sing ye hallelujah! ’Tis good our God to praise.
’Tis pleasant and becoming to Him our songs to raise;
He builds the walls of Zion, He seeks her wandering sons;
He binds their wounds and comforts the brokenhearted ones.The starry hosts He numbers, He calls them all by name;
His greatness and His wisdom His wondrous works proclaim;
The meek He lifts to honor, He humbles sinful pride.
Give thanks to Him and utter His praises far and wide.The heav’ns with clouds He covers, He sends the cheering rain;
The slopes of all the mountains He fills with grass and grain;
To beast and bird His goodness their daily food supplies;
He cares for all His creatures, attentive to their cries.No human power delights Him, no earthly pomp or pride;
He loves the meek who fear Him and in His love confide;
Then praise thy God, O Zion, His gracious aid confess;
He gives thee peace and plenty, His gifts thy children bless.He sends His swift commandment, and snow and ice enfold
The world, and none are able to stand before His cold.
Again He gives commandment: The winds of summer blow,
The snow and ice are melted, again the waters flow.His statues and His judgments He makes His people know;
To them as to no others His grace He loves to show;
For matchless grace and mercy your grateful praises bring;
To give Him thanks forever and hallelujah sing.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 147:1] Praise Ye The Lord, For It Is Good
Praise ye the Lord, for it is good
To sing unto our God;
’Tis right and pleasant for His saints
To tell His praise abroad.
The Lord our God builds up His Church,
He seeks her wandering sons;
He binds their wounds and gently heals
The broken-hearted ones.Our Lord is great, He calls by name
And counts the stars of night;
His wisdom is unsearchable,
And wondrous is His might.
The Lord upholds the poor and meek,
He brings the wicked low;
Sing praise to Him and give Him thanks
And all His goodness show.No human might, no earthly pride
Delights the Lord above;
In them that fear Him He delights,
In them that trust His love.
O Zion, praise the Lord thy God,
His wondrous love confess;
He is thy glory and thy strength,
He will thy children bless.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 147:1] Praise Ye The Lord, ’tis Good To Raise
Praise ye the Lord; ’tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in His praise;
His nature and His works invite
To make this duty our delight.The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to His Name;
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.He formed the stars, those heav’nly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom’s vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.Great is our Lord, and great His might;
And all His glories infinite:
He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high,
Who spreads His clouds all round the sky;
There He prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food His hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.What is the creature’s skill or force,
The sprightly man, the warlike horse,
The nimble wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for Him.But saints are lovely in His sight,
He views His children with delight;
He sees their hope, He knows their fear,
And looks, and loves His image there.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 147:1] With Songs And Honors Sounding Loud
With songs and honors sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high;
Over the heav’ns He spreads His cloud,
And waters veil the sky.He sends His showers of blessing down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.He gives the grazing ox his meat,
He hears the raven’s cry;
But man, who tastes His finest wheat,
Should raise His honors high.His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.When from the dreadful stores on high
He pours the rattling hail,
The wretch that dares this God defy
Shall find his courage fail.He sends His Word, and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey His mighty Word:
With songs and honors sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 147:1] With Gladness We Worship
With gladness we worship, rejoice as we sing,
Free hearts and free voices, how blessèd to bring!
The old thankful story shall seek Thine abode,
Thou King of all glory, most bountiful God!Renewed by Thy Spirit, redeemed by Thy Son,
Thy children would bless Thee for all Thou hast done:
O Father, returning to love and to light,
Our spirits are yearning to praise Thee aright.Thy right would we give Thee, true homage Thy due,
And honor eternal, the universe through:
With all Thy creation, earth, heaven and sea,
In one acclamation we glorify Thee.We join with the angels, and so there is giv’n,
From earth, Alleluia, in answer to Heav’n.
Amen! Be Thou glorious below and above,
Redeeming, victorious, and infinite Love!Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 1:1
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[Psa 1:1] Blest Is The Man Who Shuns The Place
Blest is the man who shuns the place
Where sinners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer’s seat.But in the statutes of the Lord
Has placed his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the Word,
And meditates by night.He, like a plant of generous kind,
By living waters set,
Safe from the storms and blasting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.Green as the leaf, and ever fair,
Shall his profession shine;
While fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.Not so the impious and unjust;
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Amongst the sons of grace,
When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand
Appoints His saints a place.His eye beholds the path they tread,
His heart approves it well;
But crooked ways of sinners lead
Down to the gates of hell.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] Happy The Man Whose Cautious Feet
Happy the man whose cautious feet
Shun the broad way that sinners go,
Who hates the place where atheists meet,
And fears to talk as scoffers do.He loves t’employ the morning light
Amongst the statutes of the Lord;
And spends the wakeful hours of night,
With pleasure, pond’ring o’er His Word.He, like a plant by gentle streams,
Shall flourish in immortal green;
And Heav’n will shine with kindest beams
On ev’ry work his hands begin.But sinners find their counsels cross’d:
As chaff before the tempest flies,
So shall their hopes be blown and lost,
When the last trumpet shakes the skies.In vain the rebel seeks to stand
In judgment with the pious race;
The dreadful Judge, with stern command,
Divides him to a diff’rent place.“Straight is the way My saints have trod;
I bless’d the path, and drew it plain;
But you would choose the crooked road,
And down it leads to endless pain.”Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] Man Is Ever Bless’d, The
The man is ever bless’d
Who shuns the sinners’ ways,
Among their councils never stands,
Nor takes the scorner’s place;But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labors of the day,
And watches of the night.He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;
His works are heav’nly fruit.Not so th’ungodly race,
They no such blessings find;
Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.How will they bear to stand
Before that judgment seat,
Where all the saints, at Christ’s right hand,
In full assembly meet!He knows, and He approves
The way the righteous go;
But sinners and their works shall meet
A dreadful overthrow.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] That Man Is Blest Who, Fearing God
That man is blest who, fearing God
From sin restrains his feet,
Who will not stand with wicked men,
Who shuns the scorners’ seat.Yea, blest is he who makes God’s law
His portion and delight,
And meditates upon that law
With gladness day and night.That man is nourished like a tree
Set by the river’s side;
Its leaf is green, its fruit is sure,
And thus his works abide.The wicked like the driven chaff
Are swept from off the land;
They shall not gather with the just,
Nor in the judgment stand.The Lord will guard the righteous well,
Their way to Him is known;
The way of sinners, far from God,
Shall surely be o’erthrown.Play source: Cyberhymnal
Psalms 1:1--2:12
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[Psa 1:1] Blest Is The Man Who Shuns The Place
Blest is the man who shuns the place
Where sinners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer’s seat.But in the statutes of the Lord
Has placed his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the Word,
And meditates by night.He, like a plant of generous kind,
By living waters set,
Safe from the storms and blasting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.Green as the leaf, and ever fair,
Shall his profession shine;
While fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.Not so the impious and unjust;
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Amongst the sons of grace,
When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand
Appoints His saints a place.His eye beholds the path they tread,
His heart approves it well;
But crooked ways of sinners lead
Down to the gates of hell.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] Happy The Man Whose Cautious Feet
Happy the man whose cautious feet
Shun the broad way that sinners go,
Who hates the place where atheists meet,
And fears to talk as scoffers do.He loves t’employ the morning light
Amongst the statutes of the Lord;
And spends the wakeful hours of night,
With pleasure, pond’ring o’er His Word.He, like a plant by gentle streams,
Shall flourish in immortal green;
And Heav’n will shine with kindest beams
On ev’ry work his hands begin.But sinners find their counsels cross’d:
As chaff before the tempest flies,
So shall their hopes be blown and lost,
When the last trumpet shakes the skies.In vain the rebel seeks to stand
In judgment with the pious race;
The dreadful Judge, with stern command,
Divides him to a diff’rent place.“Straight is the way My saints have trod;
I bless’d the path, and drew it plain;
But you would choose the crooked road,
And down it leads to endless pain.”Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] Man Is Ever Bless’d, The
The man is ever bless’d
Who shuns the sinners’ ways,
Among their councils never stands,
Nor takes the scorner’s place;But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labors of the day,
And watches of the night.He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;
His works are heav’nly fruit.Not so th’ungodly race,
They no such blessings find;
Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.How will they bear to stand
Before that judgment seat,
Where all the saints, at Christ’s right hand,
In full assembly meet!He knows, and He approves
The way the righteous go;
But sinners and their works shall meet
A dreadful overthrow.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:1] That Man Is Blest Who, Fearing God
That man is blest who, fearing God
From sin restrains his feet,
Who will not stand with wicked men,
Who shuns the scorners’ seat.Yea, blest is he who makes God’s law
His portion and delight,
And meditates upon that law
With gladness day and night.That man is nourished like a tree
Set by the river’s side;
Its leaf is green, its fruit is sure,
And thus his works abide.The wicked like the driven chaff
Are swept from off the land;
They shall not gather with the just,
Nor in the judgment stand.The Lord will guard the righteous well,
Their way to Him is known;
The way of sinners, far from God,
Shall surely be o’erthrown.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:2] Blest Is He Who Loves God’s Precepts
Blest is he who loves God’s precepts,
Who from sin restrains his feet,
He who will not stand with sinners,
He who shuns the scorners’ seat.Blest is he who makes the statutes
Of the Lord his chief delight,
In God’s law, divinely perfect,
Meditating day and night.He is like a tree well planted
By the flowing river’s side,
Ever green of leaf and fruitful:
Thus shall all his works abide.Like the driven chaff the wicked
Shall be swept from off the land
With the just they shall not gather,
Nor shall in the judgment stand.Well the Lord will guard the righteous,
For their way to Him is known;
But the way of evildoers
Shall by Him be overthrown.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 1:6] He Knows It All
I love to think my Father knows
Why I have missed the path I chose,
And that I soon shall clearly see
The way He led was best for me.Refrain
He knows it all, He knows it all,
My Father knows, He knows it all;
Thy bitter tears how fast they fall!
He knows, my Father knows it all.I love to think my Father knows
The thorns I pluck with every rose
The daily griefs I seek to hide
From the dear soulsI walk beside.Refrain
I love to think my Father knows
The strength or weakness of my foes,
And that I need but stand and see
Each conflict end in victory.Refrain
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[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.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[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.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[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.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[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.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[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.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 2:10] God Send Us Men
God send us men whose aim ’twill be,
Not to defend some ancient creed,
But to live out the laws of Christ
In every thought and word and deed.God send us men alert and quick
His lofty precepts to translate,
Until the laws of Christ become
The laws and habits of the state.God send us men of steadfast will,
Patient, courageous, strong and true,
With vision clear and mind equipped
His will to learn, his work to do.God send us men with hearts ablaze,
All truth to love, all wrong to hate;
These are the patriots nations need;
These are the bulwarks of the state.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 2:12] Why Did The Nations Join To Slay
Why did the nations join to slay
The Lord’s anointed Son?
Why did they cast His laws away,
And tread His Gospel down?The Lord, that sits above the skies,
Derides their rage below;
He speaks with vengeance in His eyes,
And strikes their spirits through.“I call him my eternal Son,
And raise Him from the dead;
I make My holy hill His throne,
And wide His kingdom spread.“Ask Me, My Son, and then enjoy
The utmost heathen lands:
Thy rod of iron shall destroy
The rebel that withstands.”Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey th’ anointed Lord,
Adore the King of heav’nly birth,
And tremble at His Word.With humble love address His throne;
For if He frown, ye die:
Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on His grace rely.Play source: Cyberhymnal -
[Psa 2:12] Maker And Sov’reign Lord
Maker and sov’reign Lord
Of Heav’n, and earth, and seas,
Thy providence confirms Thy Word,
And answers Thy decrees.The things so long foretold
By David are fulfilled,
When Jews and Gentiles join’d to slay
Jesus, Thine holy Child.Why did the Gentiles rage,
And Jews, with one accord,
Bend all their counsels to destroy
Th’Anointed of the Lord?Rulers and kings agree
To form a vain design;
Against the Lord their powers unite
Against His Christ they join.The Lord derides their rage,
And will support His throne;
He that hath rais’d Him from the dead
Hath own’d Him for His Son.Now He’s ascended high,
And asks to rule the earth;
The merit of His blood He pleads,
And pleads His heav’nly birth.He asks, and God bestows
A large inheritance;
Far as the world’s remotest ends
His kingdom shall advance.The nations that rebel
Must feel His iron rod;
He’ll vindicate those honors well
Which He receiv’d from God.Be wise, ye rulers, now,
And worship at His throne;
With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God’s exalted Son.If once His wrath arise,
Ye perish on the place;
Then blessèd is the soul that flies
For refuge to His grace.Play source: Cyberhymnal
