The Lord unto my Lord thus spake

Verse 1

The Lord unto my Lord thus spake: "Till I thy foes thy footstool make, Sit thou in state at my right hand: Supreme in Sion thou shalt be, And all thy proud opposers see Subjected to thy just command.

Verse 2

"Thee, in thy power's triumphant day, The willing people shall obey; And, when thy rising beams they view, Shall all (redeem'd from error's night) Appear more numerous and bright Than crystal drops of morning des."

Verse 3

The Lord hath sworn, nor sworn in vain, That, like Melchizedek's, thy reign And priesthood shall no period see; Anointed Prince! thou, bending low, Shalt drink where darkest torrents flow, Then raise thy head in victory!