Thus the eter­nal Fa­ther spake
To Christ the Son: “As­cend and sit
At My right hand, till I shall make
Thy foes sub­mis­sive at Thy feet.

“From Zi­on shall Thy word pro­ceed;
Thy word, the scep­ter in Thy hand,
Shall make the hearts of re­bels bleed,
And bow their wills to Thy com­mand.

That day shall show Thy pow­er is great,
When saints shall flock with will­ing minds,
And sin­ners crowd the tem­ple gate,
Where ho­li­ness in beau­ty shines.

O bless­èd pow­er! O glo­ri­ous day!
What a large vic­to­ry shall en­sue!
And con­verts, who Thy grace ob­ey,
Exceed the drops of morn­ing dew.