Psal. 2.

In the tune of the 125. Psalme;

Those that do put their conf.

Why do the Gentils tumults make,
And nations all conspire in vain,
And earthly Princes counsell take
Against their God; against the raigne
Of his deere Christ? let vs, they saine,
Break al their bonds: & from vs shake
Their thraldoms yoke, & seruile chain.
VVhiles thus alas they fondly spake,

He that aloft rides on the skies,
Laughs all their leud deuise to scorne,
And when his wrathfull rage shal rise;
With plagues shal make them al forlorne,
And in his fury thus replyes;
But I, my King with sacred horne
Anointing, shal in princely guise
His head with royall crowne adorne.

Vpon my Syons holy mount
His Empires glorious seat shall be.
And I thus rais'd shall farre recount
The tenour of his true decree:
My Son thou art, said God, I thee
Begat this daie by due account:
Thy scepter, do but ask of mee,
All earthly kingdomes shall surmount.

All nations, to thy rightfull sway,
I will subiect; from furthest end
Of all the world: and thou shalt bray
Those stubborn foes that wil not bend,
With iron mace (like potters clay)
In pieces small: Ye Kings attend;
And ye, whom others wont obay,
Learne wisedome, and at last amend.

See, ye serue God, with greater dread
Then others you: and in your feare
Reioice the while; and (lowely spred)
Do homage to his sonne so deare:
Least he be wroth, and do you dead
Amids your way. If kindeled
His wrath shalbe; O blessed those,
That do on him their trust repose.