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Psalm 2.

[What graceles fears, strange hates, may Nations so affright]

What graceles fears, strange hates, may Nations so affright,
Infuriate so; gainst God with mad attempts to fight?
Gainst God, and gainst his Christ, earths Kings and Peers shal band,
To force ioyn fraud, (ah fools!) Heăvens kingdom to withstand.
Fond, earthi mynds! ye hate your bliss: Gods gracious hests,
Free laws, as thrauling tys, your lawles life detests.
BVT Hee in heăvens that sits, whose ey their thoughts divides;
Their wicked mynd abhors; their vain attempts derides.
He then in wrath shal speak; in wrath which sore shal vex,
And with distracted thoughts their troubled mynds perplex.
And then shal glorious voice from heăvenli throne proceed;
Lo here my Son, a King to sacred Siŏn decreed.
THEN this decree I'le shew: God spake it first to Mee;
My Son thou art: this day have I begotten thee.
Thy kingdom shal encrease: Ask me; and Gentile lands;
Yea utmost ends of earth, I'le render to thy hands.
VVhom thou, obdur'd in sin, with rod of irŏn shalt bruze:
As earthen pot shalt crash, while they thy laws refuze.
THEN ô, advize ye kings; and ye instruction take
Who Iudges are of earth, your iudgements right to make.
Serve God with fear: (with fear best wisdom is begon:)
With dread your ioys asseăzon. Then homage to his Son
With kiss prezent: So so his kindling ire prevent,
Which them and all their ways, gainst whom least spark is bent,
With horrour dire consumes. But blessed ay the wight
Who trusts in him; to him who sacred faith hath plight.