¹The Lord did say unto my Lord,

Sit thou at my right hand,

Until I make thy foes a stool,

whereon thy feet may stand.

²The Lord shall out of Sion send

the rod of thy great pow’r:

In midst of all thine enemies

be thou the governor.

³A 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.

⁴The Lord himself hath made an oath,

and will repent him never,

Of th’ order of Melchisedec

thou art a priest for ever.

⁵The glorious and mighty Lord,

that sits at thy right hand,

Shall, in his day of wrath, strike through

kings that do him withstand.

⁶He shall among the heathen judge,

he shall with bodies dead

The places fill: o’er many lands

he wound shall ev’ry head.

⁷The brook that runneth in the way

with drink shall him supply;

And, for this cause, in triumph he

shall lift his head on high.