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Psalm 110.

[The Lord said to my Lord; Thow at my right-hand sit]

The Lord said to my Lord; Thow at my right-hand sit;
While foes their necks I to thy feet as foot-stool make submit.
From Sion, seat of Grace, the Lord thy scepters might
Through world shal send: midst all thy foes bear rule thou Prince of light.
What day thy warli ranks shal high exploit begin;
The people prest, with cheerful strife, to serve thee shal com in.
Anon, as prime of morn with silvĕri perls of dew
Al-spreds the world; like troops thy youth in sacred house shal shew.
THE Lord, who will not change, hath sworn fair Prince to thee;
A Priest thou art, Melchĭsedek like, and ay that Priest shal bee.
This Prince, who on thy right hand, great King of heavĕn, thus shines;
Each earthli King in ire shal crush, that gainst his rule repines.
He Hĕthen with swoord shall iudge; fields, streets with corps shal straw;
Imperiăl Head whom Nations serve, assubiect to his law.
As lightning, swift shal run; in way of torrent drink:
Thus gloriŏus head triumphant raize; while danted foes doo shrink.