Words: John Craig, from The Scottish Psalter of 1635
Note: original spelling retained
1 The LORD most high unto my LORD thus spake, Sit thou now downe and rest at my right hand. Untill that I thine enemies doe make, A stoole to bee whereon thy feet may stand.
2 The Scepter of thy regall power and might From Syon shall the LORD send and disclose; Bee thou therefore the ruler in the fight And in the midst of all thy mortal foes.
3 Thy people shall come willingly to thee, What tyme thine host in holy beautie shew: The youth that of thy womb do spring shall bee Comparèd like unto the morning dew.
4 Thus God hath sworn, and it perform will hee, And not repent, nor any time it break: Thou art a Priest for ever unto mee After the form of King Melchisedeck.
5 The LORD our GOD who is at everie stound [?] At thy right hand, to bee thine help and stay: Hee Princes proud, and stately Kings shall wound For love of thee in his fierce wrathfull day.
6 Hee shall bee Judge among the Heathen all: Hee places void with carcasses shall fill: And in his rage the heads eke smite hee shall That over countries great do work their will.
7 Yes, hee through haste for to pursue his foes Shall drink the brook that runneth in the way: And thus when hee confounded shall have those, His head on hie then shall hee lift that day.