Unto my Lord Je­ho­vah said,
At My right hand I throne Thee,
Till at Thy feet, in tri­umph laid,
Thy foes their rul­er crown Thee.
From Zi­on shall Je­ho­vah send
Thy scep­ter, till be­fore Thee bend
The knees of proud re­bell­ion.

Thy saints, to greet Thy day of might,
In ho­ly rai­ment mus­ter;
As dew­drops in the morn­ing light
Thy youths around Thee clus­ter.
Jehovah swore and made de­cree,
Thou, King of right­eous­ness, shalt be
A roy­al priest for­ev­er.

The Lord at Thy right hand shall bring
On rul­ers de­so­la­tion;
The Lord shall smite each hea­then king,
And judge each re­bel na­tion.
He, swift­ly march­ing in His wrath,
Shall quaff the brook up­on His path,
And lift His head in glo­ry.