Two kingdoms rising, only one will stand:
the thrones of men, and the Lord's right hand.
So let 'em rage, let 'em plot in the dark,
the King ain't movin'. Hear that?

Why do the nations rage and roar,
rattlin' their chains at heaven's door?
Kings set themselves, the rulers scheme,
"Break His bands, cast off His reins",

that's the vain and empty dream.
They draw their lines in the shiftin' sand,
they shake their fists at the Anointed Man.
But every crown of the earth turns to dust,

while the King of heaven holds firm and just.

For He that sitteth in the heavens,
He don't flinch, He don't fear,
He holds the proud in derision,
and the thunder's drawin' near.

Hear it low, hear it long,
that holy laugh rollin' on.

So kiss the Son, bow the knee,
lay your kingdoms down and be set free.
When His wrath is kindled but a little spark,
run to the Rock, come out of the dark.

Blessed are the ones who trust and hide
in the Son, in the shadow of His side.
Oh, kiss the Son, kiss the Son,
bow low before the Holy One.

Then the word went out and the mountains heard,
"Yet have I set My King", that's the settled word.
On Zion's holy hill He stands,
the nations placed in His scarred hands.

"Thou art My Son," the decree was read,
"this day begotten, lift your head.
Ask of Me the ends of the earth,
a rod of iron, a kingdom's worth."

For He that sitteth in the heavens,
He don't tremble, He don't sway,
He'll break the proud like a potter's cup
on the reckoning day.

Hear it low, hear it long,
that holy laugh rollin' on.

So kiss the Son, bow the knee,
lay your kingdoms down and be set free.
When His wrath is kindled but a little spark,
run to the Rock, come out of the dark.

Blessed are the ones who trust and hide
in the Son, in the shadow of His side.
Oh, kiss the Son, kiss the Son,
bow low before the Holy One.

Not with lips of love, but knees in the dust,
it's a soul bowed low, layin' down its trust.
It's a rebel layin' his weapon on the floor,
it's a runnin' child fallin' through the Father's door.

Be wise now, O ye kings, be instructed, men who reign,
serve the Lord with holy fear, rejoice and quake at His name.
Fall on the Rock before it falls on you,
don't you wait too long, don't you wait for the night,

come home to the King while there's still a light.

He has set His King (set His King)
on the holy hill (holy hill)
Thou art My Son (Thou art My Son)
and He's reigning still (reigning still),

He has set His King,
on the holy hill,
kiss the Son, kiss the Son,
and bow your will.

So kiss the Son, bow the knee,
lay your kingdoms down and be set free.
When His wrath is kindled but a little spark,
run to the Rock, come out of the dark.

Blessed are the ones who trust and hide
in the Son, in the shadow of His side.
Oh, kiss the Son, kiss the Son,
bow low before the Holy One.

He's still laughin' from the throne,
still callin' every wanderer home.
Blessed are the ones who run,
who trust, who bow, who kiss the Son.

He is not moved, He reigns alone.
Oh, kiss the Son.