Scripture Verse

The Lord said unto my Lord, Sit Thou at My right hand, until I make Thine enemies Thy footstool. The Lord shall send the rod of Thy strength out of Zion: Rule Thou in the midst of Thine enemies. Psalm 110:1–2

Introduction

Words: From The New Me­tri­cal Ver­sion of the Psalms (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­van­ia: Unit­ed Pres­by­ter­ian Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1909), page 167.

Music: All Saints Hen­ry S. Cut­ler, in The Hym­nal with Tunes Old and New, by John I. Tuck­er, 1872 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

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Henry S. Cutler (1825–1902)

Lyrics

The Lord un­to His Christ has said,
“Sit Thou at My right hand,
Until I make Thine ene­mies
Submit to Thy com­mand.
A scep­ter pros­pered by the Lord
Thy migh­ty hand shall wield;
From Zi­on Thou shalt rule the world,
And all Thy foes shall yield.

“Thy peo­ple will be glad­ly Thine
When Thou shalt come in might,
Like dawn­ing day, like hope­ful youth,
With ho­ly beau­ty bright.
A priest­hood that shall ne­ver end
The Lord has giv­en Thee;
This He has sworn, and ev­er­more
Fulfilled His Word shall be.

Thou shalt sub­due the kings of earth
With God at Thy right hand;
The na­tions Thou shalt rule in might
And judge in ev­ery land.

The Christ, re­freshed by liv­ing streams,
Shall nei­ther faint nor fall,
And He shall be the glo­ri­ous Head,
Exalted ov­er all.