Scripture Verse

Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, and ye perish from the way, when His wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in Him. Psalm 2:12


Henry F. Lyte

Words: Hen­ry F. Lyte, The Spir­it of the Psalms 1834.

Music: Crowle Mau­rice Greene, in James Green’s Book of Psal­mo­dy, 1724 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Maurice Greene


The powers of earth and hell combine
With Jesus war to wage;
God laughs to scorn their mad design,
And foils their impious rage.

Vain are the brutal pains they spend
His purpose to defeat;
Their wrongs and insults only tend
His conquests to complete.

He triumphed on the accursèd tree,
He burst the guarded grave;
Then rose on high, by God’s decree,
The world to sway and save.

Kings of the earth, your monarch learn;
O kiss the Son of God;
Nor bid His golden scepter turn
Into an iron rod.