Scripture Verse

The Lord said unto my Lord, Sit thou at My right hand, until I make Thine enemies Thy footstool. Psalm 110:1

Introduction

Words: From The Psal­ter: the Scot­tish Ver­sion of the Psalms Re­vised, and New Ver­sions Adopt­ed by the Unit­ed Pres­by­ter­ian Church, ed­it­ed by R. B. Ro­bert­son & John Gai­ley (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­vania: Unit­ed Pres­by­ter­ian Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1872).

Music: Swin­don Al­ex­an­der B. Mor­ton, in Bi­ble Songs, Unit­ed Pres­by­te­ri­an Church of North Am­er­ica (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­van­ia: Unit­ed Pres­by­te­ri­an Board of Pub­li­cation, 1901), num­ber 224 🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

  • Jefferson Street from Bi­ble Songs, Unit­ed Pres­by­te­ri­an Church of North Am­er­ica (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­van­ia: Unit­ed Pres­by­te­ri­an Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1879), num­ber 116 (🔊 pdf nwc)

Lyrics

Jehovah to my Lord thus spake,
Till I Thy foes Thy foot­stool make,
Sit Thou in state at My right hand;
God shall from Zi­on send abroad
O’er na­tions all Thy migh­ty rod;
Amid Thy foes Thy throne shall stand.

Thee, in Thy pow­er’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.

The Lord un­chang­ing oath has made,
Melchizedek’s Thy priest­ly grade,
In ev­er­last­ing priest­hood crowned;
The so­ve­reign Lord, at Thy right hand,
Shall strike thro’ princ­es of the land,
While aw­ful an­ger flames around.

Among the hea­then judge He will;
Unnumbered dead the land shall fill,
The na­tions’ chief shall smit­ten lie;
The brook that run­neth in the way
His burn­ing thirst shall slake that day,
And He shall lift His head on high.