1 The Lord did say unto my Lord,
Sit thou at my right hand,
Till I thine en'mies make a stool
Whereon thy feet may stand.
2 The Lord shall of thy strength the rod
From out of Sion send;
In mid'st of all thine enemies,
Thy conq'ring pow'r extend.
3 Thy people are in thy days pow'r
In holy beauties free,
As dew from early morning womb
Thou hast thy youth to thee.
4 The Lord hath sworn, and never will
Repent what he did say,
By th' order of Melchisedeck
Thou art a priest for aye.
5 The Lord who is at thy right hand,
Shall wounding strike thro' kings,
Upon the day wherein that he
His indignation brings.
6 He shall among the heathen judge,
And fill with bodies dead
Great places; and o'er many lands,
He shall strike thro' the head.
7 Out of the torrent he shall drink
I'th' way he passeth by:
Because of this therefore he shall
Lift up the head on high.