1 The Lord unto my Lord thus spake:

"Till I thy foes thy footstool make,

"Sit thou in state at my right hand:

2 "Supreme in Zion thou shalt be,

"and all thy proud opposers see

"Subjected to thy just command."

3 "Thee, in thy pow'r's triumphant day,

"The willing nations shall obey:

"And, when thy rising beams they view,

"Shall all (redeemed from error's night)

"Appear as numberless and bright

"As crystal drops of morning dew."

4 The Lord hath sworn, nor sworn in vain,

that, like Melchisedech's, thy reign

And priesthood shall no period know:

5 No proud competitor to sit

at they right hand will he permit,

But in his wrath crowned heads o'erthrow.

6 The sentenced heathen he shall slay,

and fill with carcasses his way,

Till he hath struck earth's tyrants dead:

7 But in the high-way brooks shall first,

like a poor pilgrim, slake his thirst;

And then in triumph raise his head.