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
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Henry F. Lyte (1793-1847)

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

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

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Maurice Greene (1696-1755)

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.