Why thus enraged, ye tribes profane? (Robert Cooke)

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  • (Posted 2011-10-18)  CPDL #24742:        (Sibelius 6)
Editor: Edmund Gooch (submitted 2011-10-18).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 29 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Only the first verse of the five given here is underlaid in the source: the other four are printed after the music and have been underlaid editorially.

General Information

Title: Why thus enraged, ye tribes profane?
Composer: Robert Cooke
Lyricist: James Merrick

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SSB
Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1794 in Improved Psalmody, p. 6
Description: A setting by Robert Cooke of James Merrick's metrical version of Psalm 2:1-5, compiled by William Dechair Tattersall. This setting is attributed in the source to 'Rt. Cooke'. Hymn Tune Index tune number 6548.

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Original text and translations

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Why thus enraged, ye tribes profane?
Why strive the Gentiles thus in vain?
Why, rous'd by discord's fierce alarms,
Do headlong nations rush to arms?

Earth's scepter'd lords rebellious rise
Against the ruler of the skies,
And him, on whose distinguish'd head
His hand the sacred oil has shed.

In factious counsels thus they join
And vaunting brave the pow'r divine:
'Quick let us each renounce their sway,
And cast their hated bands away.'

God from on high their threats shall hear,
Laugh as the tumult meets his ear,
And, arm'd with vengeance, thus aloud
Superior quell the frantic crowd:

'Yet, mortals, yet your monarch see
And bow to him the humble knee;
His throne on Sion's hill my hand
Has built, and what I build shall stand.'