Psalm 110.

 1  The Lord did say unto my Lord,
       Sit thou at my right hand,
    Until I make thy foes a stool,
       whereon thy feet may stand.

 2  The Lord shall out of Zion send
       the rod of thy great pow'r:
    In midst of all thine enemies
       be thou the governor.

 3  A willing people in thy day
       of pow'r shall come to thee,
    In holy beauties from morn's womb;
       thy youth like dew shall be.

 4  The Lord himself hath made an oath,
       and will repent him never,
    Of th' order of Melchisedec
       thou art a priest for ever.

 5  The glorious and mighty Lord,
       that sits at thy right hand,
    Shall, in his day of wrath, strike through
       kings that do him withstand.

 6  He shall among the heathen judge,
       he shall with bodies dead
    The places fill: o'er many lands
       he wound shall ev'ry head.

 7  The brook that runneth in the way
       with drink shall him supply;
    And, for this cause, in triumph he
       shall lift his head on high.



 

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