I have set my king in Zion, upon my holy hill.
Why do the nations conspire, the people plot in vain?
Kings and rulers take counsel, against the Lord and His Christ.
Let us break their bonds asunder, and cast their cords away.
He who sits in the heavens, the Lord laughs them to scorn.
Then He will speak in His fury, and frighten them in His wrath.
I have set my king in Zion, upon my holy hill.
Hear the Lord's decree of me, He said, You are my son.
You this day I begotten, now ask of me, and I'll give.
All the nations you'll inherit, to rule with an iron rod.
O kings, show wisdom and listen, you rulers all be warned.
Serve the Lord now with trembling, with reverence honor the Son.
For His wrath may soon be kindled, the blessed take refuge in Him.
I have set my king in Zion, upon my holy hill.