1 The Lord unto my Lord thus spake:
"'Till I thy Foes thy Footstool make,
"Sit thou in State, at my right Hand:
2 "Supreme in Sion thou shalt be,
"And all thy proud Opposers see
"Subjected to thy just Command.
3 "Thee, in thy Pow'r's triumphant Day,
"The willing Nations shall obey;
"And when thy rising Beams they view,
"Shall all (redeem'd from Error's Night)
"Appear more numberless and bright
"as crystal Drops of Morning Dew."
4 The Lord hath sworn, nor sworn in vain,
That, like Melchizedech's, thy Reign
And Priesthood shall no Period know:
5 No proud Competitor to sit
At thy right Hand will he permit;
But in his Wrath crown'd Heads o'erthrow.
6 The sentenc'd Heathen he shall slay,
And fill with Carcasses his Way,
'Till he hath struck Earth's Tyrants dead:
7 But in the High-way Brooks shall first,
Like a poor Pilgrim slake his Thirst,
And then in Triumph raise his Head.
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First Line: | The Lord unto my Lord thus spake |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1754 |
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