217 Why do the heathen rage?

1 Why do the heathen rage? What are the nations dreaming? In vain against the Lord And His Anointed scheming, Kings of the earth arise, And leagued rulers say: "Come, let us break Their bands, And cast their cords away." 2 He who is throned in heaven Derides their preparation; The Lord upon them pours His scornful indignation. Soon shall His voice of wrath Their souls with terror thrill "Yet I have set my King On Zion's holy hill." 3 Now will I cry aloud And tell the Lord's great token: "Thou art My Son," He saith: "To me the word was spoken: 'Beg, Thee have I this day Begotten: ask of Me, And Thine the heathen, Thine Earth's utmost parts shall be.'" 4 Beneath Thine iron rod Thy foemen shall be shattered, As by the potter's hand The broken shards lie scattered." Be wise, then, O ye kings, Ye earthly judges, hear; Serve ye the Lord with awe, Rejoice with trembling fear. 5 Bow down and kiss the Son, Lest, if His wrath awaken, Ye fall and fade away, For everywhere forsaken, Soon may His anger burn, So lightly kindled flame; Then blessed are all they That trust His holy name.