Jehovah to my Lord has said,
"Sit Thou at My right hand
Until I make Thy foes a stool
Whereon Thy feet may stand."
Jehovah shall from Zion send
The scepter of Thy power.
In battle with Thine enemies
Be Thou the conqueror.
A willing people in Thy day
Of power shall come to Thee.
Thy your arrayed in holiness
Like morning dew shall be.
Jehovah swore, and from His oath
He never will depart:
"Of th'order of Melchizedek
A priest Thou ever art."
The Lord at Thy right hand shall smit
Earth's rulers in His wrath.
Among the nations He shall judge;
The slain shall fill His path.
In many lands He'll overthro
Their kings with ruin dread;
And, marching, He'll drink from the brook
And so lift up His head.
