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Darkness has gathered above the mountains
The kings have marshalled their hosts
Why do the nations rage in vain
And princes conspire against the Lord
Let us tear asunder our bonds
And cast away from us their yoke
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh them to scorn
And sweep them away in His fury
Speaking unto them in His wrath
I have anointed My King upon Zion upon My holy mountain
And I shall give Him the nations for His heritage
And the ends of the earth for His possession
Kiss the Son lest He be wrathful
And ye perish upon your way
For soon His anger shall be kindled
Blessed are all who put their trust in Him
Now therefore O ye kings be wise
Ye judges of the earth receive instruction
Serve the Lord with fear
And rejoice in Him with trembling
Kiss the Son lest He be wrathful
And ye perish upon your way
For soon His anger shall be kindled
Blessed are all who put their trust in Him
He holds a rod of iron He shatters the nations like vessels of clay
He shall inherit the kingdom of earth
And all that beneath the heavens lay
Kiss the Son lest He be wrathful
And ye perish upon your way
For soon His anger shall be kindled
Blessed are all who put their trust in Him
And there shall be an end to all rebellion
And peace shall reign forevermore
