The Lord said unto my Lord

The Lord said unto my Lord

“Sit Thou at My right hand;

Thy foes shall be Thy footstool

Upon them Thou shalt stand.”

The sceptre of Thy strength shall

The Lord from Zion send

To rule o’er all the nations

Forever ’til the end.

A voluntary offering

The young ones are to Thee;

In consecration’s splendor

How beautiful to see!

For as the dew of morning

Refreshes all the land—

The young ones given to Thee

Are precious in Thy hand.

The Lord hath sworn forever

And never will turn back

“Thou art a priest forever

As was Melchizedek.”

Oh

Thou hast no beginning

Of days; of life: no end!

And on Thine intercession

We ever do depend.

The Lord is at Thy right hand

And in His day of wrath

He’ll strike through rulers

judging

The nations in His path.

While riding on to triumph

He’ll drink of us

the stream

His head uplifted

strengthened

The whole earth to redeem.

Oh Lord

Thou art ascended

To God’s right hand to sit;

As Head o’er all things

to Thee

God doth Thy foes commit.

Our King—for us Thou reignest

Our Priest—we are supplied

Our all we give unto Thee

Thou Conqueror glorified.