Psalm 110
1 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. 2 The Lord shall out of Zion send the rod of thy great pow'r: In midst of all thine enemies be thou the governor. 3 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. 4 The Lord himself hath made an oath, and will repent him never, Of th' order of Melchizedek thou art a priest for ever. 5 The glorious and mighty Lord, that sits at thy right hand, Shall, in his day of wrath, strike through kings that do him withstand. 6 He shall among the heathen judge, he shall with bodies dead The places fill: o'er many lands he wound shall ev'ry head. 7 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.