Fits tune: Anima Christi
(\'Soul of my Saviour, sanctify my breast\')
Based on Psalm 2
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Why do the heathen rage, and the people
Imagine a vain thing, their end they fall
Kings of the earth together they have set
Themselves against the Lord, with rulers met
And against His anointed, Christ the Son
Saying, Let us break their bands off, each one
And cast away cords that do bind us strong
He that sits in the heavens laughs along
For He the Lord shall in derision put
Them, and shall speak to them, dislodge the foot
Of those that plot and scheme against Him sore
In His displeasure He shall vex them sure
Yet have I set my king upon my hill
My holy hill of Zion remains still
The decree of the Lord I will declare
And with all peoples with them I will share
This the decree, the Lord said unto me
You are my Son, today begotten be
Ask of me the Lord, to you I shall give
Heathen for inheritance, they shall live
And too the uttermost parts of earth, for
Your possession I shall give evermore
Them you shall break with rod of iron strong
Dash like potter\'s vessel, shatter the throng
Be wise now therefore, O you kings, now learn
Be instructed, and judges to Him turn
Serve the Lord with fear, before Him rejoice
Trembling with holy awe, listen to His voice
Come, kiss the Son, come in communion sweet
Lest he be angry, worship at His feet
And lest you perish when His wrath kindled
yet blessed those who trust Him, them He has called