Another of the same.
[Such uproars mad, why do the Gentiles make?]
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Such uproars mad, why do the Gentiles make?
What follies do the people doate upon?
Earths Kings conspire, & Rulers counsel take,
Against the Lord, & his Anointed-one.
Oh come! & let us break their bands (they say)
Come, let vs cast from vs, their cords away.
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But God in heav'n deriding their designe
Shall (vexing them) his minde in wrath declare:
Who e're (saies he) repines this King of mine
On Syon sitts; 'twas I that plac'd him there.
And, what the Lord himself, to me hath told,
(Concerning him) I purpose to vnfold.
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Thou art my sonn, this day begot I thee;
Demand therfore (he said) & I will giue
The Gentiles, thine inheritance to be;
And rule of all the world thou shalt receiue.
An iron mace, thou shalt vpon them lay;
And break them like a sherd of potters-clay.
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Therfore yee Kings & Rulers be more wise:
Come serve the Lord your God, with awfull ioy.
And kisse the Sonn; lest, if his wrath arise,
You be destroid, & perish from the way.
For, when inflam'd his burning anger growes,
Right blest are all who trust in him repose.