The Lord Did Say unto My Lord

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.

The Lord shall out of Si­on send

The rod of Thy great pow­er:

In midst of all Thine ene­mies

Be Thou the gov­er­nor.

A will­ing peo­ple in Thy day

Of pow­er shall come to Thee

In ho­ly beau­ties from morn’s womb;

Thy youth like dew shall be.

The Lord Him­self hath made an oath

And will re­pent Him ne’er

Of th’or­der of Mel­chis­edec

Thou art a priest for e’er.

The glor­ious and migh­ty Lord

That sits at Thy right hand

Shall

in His day of wrath

strike through

Kings that do Him with­stand.

He shall among the hea­then judge

He shall with bo­dies dead

The places fill: o’er ma­ny lands

He shall wound eve­ry head.

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.