To my Lord Jehovah said:
At my right hand I throne you
Till at your feet in triumph laid
Your foes their ruler own you
From Zion hill the Lord shall send
Your scepter till before you bend
The knees of proud rebellion
Your saints to greet your day of might
In holy raiment muster;
As dewdrops in the morning light
Your youths around you cluster
The Lord has sworn and made decree
You like Melchizedek shall be
A kingly priest for ever
The Lord at your right hand shall bring
On rulers desolation;
The Lord shall smite each heathen king
And judge each rebel nation
He swiftly marching in his wrath
Shall quaff the brook upon his path
And lift his head in glory
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To my Lord Jehovah said:
At my right hand I throne you
Till at your feet in triumph laid
Your foes their ruler own you
From Zion hill the Lord shall send
Your scepter till before you bend
The knees of proud rebellion
Your saints to greet your day of might
In holy raiment muster;
As dewdrops in the morning light
Your youths around you cluster
The Lord has sworn and made decree
You like Melchizedek shall be
A kingly priest for ever
The Lord at your right hand shall bring
On rulers desolation;
The Lord shall smite each heathen king
And judge each rebel nation
He swiftly marching in his wrath
Shall quaff the brook upon his path
And lift his head in glory
At my right hand I throne you
Till at your feet in triumph laid
Your foes their ruler own you
From Zion hill the Lord shall send
Your scepter till before you bend
The knees of proud rebellion
Your saints to greet your day of might
In holy raiment muster;
As dewdrops in the morning light
Your youths around you cluster
The Lord has sworn and made decree
You like Melchizedek shall be
A kingly priest for ever
The Lord at your right hand shall bring
On rulers desolation;
The Lord shall smite each heathen king
And judge each rebel nation
He swiftly marching in his wrath
Shall quaff the brook upon his path
And lift his head in glory
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