On your holy mountain you have placed your chosen king
On the throne of zion still you proclaim
I will tell of the decree the lord said to me
You are my son today i have begotten you
Ask of me, ask of me, ask of me
And i will make the nations your heritage
The ends of the earth your possession
You shall break them with a rod of iron
And dash them to pieces dash them to pieces
On your holy mountain you have placed your chosen king
So serve with the lord with fear and rejoice with trembling
Blessed are all who take refuge in
Blessed are all who take refuge in him
