The Lord did say un­to my Lord,
Sit Thou at My right hand,
Until I make Thy foes a stool,
Whereon Thy feet may stand.

The Lord shall out of Si­on send
The rod of Thy great pow­er:
In midst of all Thine ene­mies
Be Thou the gov­er­nor.

A will­ing peo­ple in Thy day
Of pow­er shall come to Thee,
In ho­ly beau­ties from morn’s womb;
Thy youth like dew shall be.

The Lord Him­self hath made an oath,
And will re­pent Him ne’er,
Of th’or­der of Mel­chis­edec
Thou art a priest for e’er.

The glor­ious and migh­ty Lord,
That sits at Thy right hand,
Shall, in His day of wrath, strike through
Kings that do Him with­stand.

He shall among the hea­then judge,
He shall with bo­dies dead
The places fill: o’er ma­ny lands
He shall wound eve­ry head.

The brook that run­neth in the way
With drink shall Him sup­ply;
And, for this cause, in tri­umph He
Shall lift His head on high.