Jesus, our Lord, as­cend Thy throne,
And near the Fa­ther sit;
In Zi­on shall Thy pow­er be known,
And make Thy foes sub­mit.

What won­ders shall Thy Gos­pel do!
Thy con­verts shall sur­pass
The nu­mer­ous drops of morn­ing dew,
And own Thy so­ve­reign grace.

God hath pro­nounced a firm de­cree,
Nor chang­es what He swore:
“Eternal shall Thy priest­hood be,
When Ad­am is no more.

Melchizedek, that won­drous priest,
That king of high de­gree,
That ho­ly man who Ab­ra­ham blest
Was but a type of Thee.

Jesus our priest for ev­er lives
To plead for us above;
Jesus our king for ev­er gives
The bless­ings of His love.

God shall ex­alt His glo­ri­ous head,
And His high throne main­tain;
Shall strike the pow­ers and princ­es dead
Who dare op­pose His reign.