Scripture Verse

Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, and ye perish from the way, when His wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in Him. Psalm 2:12

Introduction

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Henry F. Lyte (1793–1847)

Words: Hen­ry F. Lyte, The Spir­it of the Psalms 1834.

Music: Crowle Mau­rice Greene, in James Green’s Book of Psal­mo­dy, 1724 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Maurice Greene (1696–1755)

Lyrics

The pow­ers of earth and hell com­bine
With Je­sus war to wage;
God laughs to scorn their mad de­sign,
And foils their im­pi­ous rage.

Vain are the bru­tal pains they spend
His pur­pose to de­feat;
Their wrongs and in­sults on­ly tend
His con­quests to com­plete.

He tri­umphed on the ac­curs­èd tree,
He burst the guard­ed grave;
Then rose on high, by God’s de­cree,
The world to sway and save.

Kings of the earth, your mon­arch learn;
O kiss the Son of God;
Nor bid His gold­en scep­ter turn
Into an ir­on rod.