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Why do the heathen rage? Against the skies
tumult rise ? Kings of the earth, with impotent design, Against Jehovah and his Christ combine. Come, let us burst their bonds, they madly cry, And cast away their yoke. He who on high Sits throned in heaven, derides their impious dream, Hears their mad vaunts, and over-rules the scheme. Then speaks in thunder: Yet have I appointed Him to be King in Zion, my Anointed. To him Jehovah spake: Thou art my
Son ! This day proclaims thee mine Eternal One. Ask for thy right: the nations all are thine ; Earth’s utmost bounds thy heritage divine.
They who resist thy sceptre, are but clay
Learn wisdom, then, ye kings ! ye rulers, hear! Adore Jehovah's name with pious fear. Do homage to the Son, to whom are given All government on earth, all power in heaven.
. Submit ere wakes his anger: then, too late,
The rebel shall relent.
In awful state
He comes, he comes, the Holy and the Just!
THE Lord my shepherd is,
soul will keep ;
And watcheth o'er his sheep.
His wisdom doth provide
The pasture where I feed : Where the still waters glide
Along the quiet mead He leads
feet; and, when I roam, O’ertakes and brings the wanderer home.
He leads himself the way
His faithful flock should take:
Them who his voice obey,
His love will ne'er forsake;
For He has pledged his holy name,
Let me but feel Him near,
Death's gloomy pass in view,
I'll walk, without a fear,
The shadowy valley through. With rod and staff, my shepherd's care
Will guide my steps and guard me there.