Psalm CX. Dixit Dominus Domino meo, &c.
I
The Lord said to my Lord,
The Mighty God to the Eternal Word,
“Sit Thou at my Right hand,
“Till I Thine Enemies command
“To be the Foot-stool to Thy Throne,
“And freely yield their necks for Thee to tread upon!
II
Sion's that glorious Throne.
Whence with disdain Thy foes Thou look'st upon,
Thence Thou around shalt reign,
And by Thy Power new subjects gain;
Thy Enemies shall They obey,
And once return'd, none shall more Loyall be than they.
III
And as the Summer Sun,
When Winters past, and all its rage is done,
Do's every Morning view
His way all strew'd with pearly dew,
Whose Numbers cannot reck'ned be,
'Tis a faint Emblem of Thy long Posterity.
IV
His Oath God will not break,
But King and Priest Thou' art like Melchisedos:
The Lord at Thy Right hand
Shall let no Proud Usurper stand,
But Kings shall bow, and in Thy Train,
Be captive led, whilst there's made Trophies of the slain.
V
He the Great Head shall wound,
When it shall Queeen of all the World be crown'd:
Drink of the brook i'th' way,
And follow, till He gets the day;
But when His Cross shall death strike Dead,
Th' Eternal God Himself shall raise, and crown His head.
