Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne,

And near the Father sit;

In Zion shall thy power be known,

And make thy foes submit.

What wonders shall thy gospel do!

Thy converts shall surpass

The num'rous drops of morning dew,

And own thy sovereign grace.

God hath pronounced a firm decree,

Nor changes what he swore:

"Eternal shall thy priesthood be,

When Aaron is no more.

"Melchizedek, that wondrous priest,

That king of high degree,

That holy man who Abraham blessed,

Was but a type of thee."

Jesus our Priest for ever lives

To plead for us above;

Jesus our King for ever gives

The blessings of his love.

God shall exalt his glorious head,

And his high throne maintain;

Shall strike the powers and princes dead

Who dare oppose his reign.