Psalm CX

The Lord to my Lord said,
Sit thou at my right hand
Till I thy foes a foot stool make,
Subject to thy command.

God will from Sion send
The rod of thy great power,
In midst of all thine enemies;
Be thou the Governour.

A willing people in
Thy reign shall come to thee
In holy joys from mourning's womb:
Thy youth like dew shall be.

The Lord himself hath sworn,
And will repent it never,
Of the order of Melchizedeck
Thou art a Priest for ever.

The great and glorious Lord,
Who is at thy right hand,
Shall in his day of wrath strike through,
Kings who do thee withstand:

The heathen he shall judge,
And graves fill with the dead;
And over many Countries he
Shall wound their proudest head.

He shall drink of the brook
That runneth in the way;
Therefore shall he lift up the head
In his triumphing day.