Scripture Verse

Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, and ye perish. Psalm 2:12

Introduction

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Isaac Watts
1674–1748

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719.

Music: Ma­no­ah, ar­ranged from Gio­a­chi­no A. Ros­si­ni (1792–1868) in Col­lec­tion of Church Mu­sic, by Hen­ry W. Great­or­ex, 1851 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

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Giaochino A. Rossini
1792–1868

Lyrics

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.