Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 The Lord unto my Lord thus spake: "Till I thy foes thy footstool make, "Sit thou in state at my right hand: 2 "Supreme in Zion thou shalt be, "and all thy proud opposers see "Subjected to thy just command." 3 "Thee, in thy pow'r's triumphant day, "The willing nations shall obey: "And, when thy rising beams they view, "Shall all (redeemed from error's night) "Appear as numberless and bright "As crystal drops of morning dew." 4 The Lord hath sworn, nor sworn in vain, that, like Melchisedech's, thy reign And priesthood shall no period know: 5 No proud competitor to sit at they right hand will he permit, But in his wrath crowned heads o'erthrow. 6 The sentenced heathen he shall slay, and fill with carcasses his way, Till he hath struck earth's tyrants dead: 7 But in the high-way brooks shall first, like a poor pilgrim, slake his thirst; And then in triumph raise his head.