Psalm 110

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 pow'r:

In midst of all thine enemies

be thou the governor.

A willing people in thy day

of pow'r 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 never,

Of th' order of Melchisedec

thou art a priest for ever.

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 wound shall ev'ry 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.