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.