Why do the nations rise in anger? Why do their rulers plan in vain? They gather against the Lord and His Anointed, Dreaming they can break every chain. The King is set upon Zion; No crown of earth can cast Him down. Serve the Lord with fear and trembling; Blessed are all who trust the Son. Heaven is not shaken by their boasting. The Lord will answer pride with wrath. The nations are the Son's inheritance; The ends of earth belong beneath His path. Be wise, you kings; receive correction. Rejoice, but let your joy still tremble. Honor the Son before anger is kindled, Before rebellion breaks like a vessel. The King is set upon Zion; No crown of earth can cast Him down. Serve the Lord with fear and trembling; Blessed are all who trust the Son.