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Psalm
110
[Recommended tunes: Dunedin, London New, Southwark]
A
Psalm of David.
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1The Lord did say unto my Lord,
Sit thou at my right hand,
Until
I make thy foes a stool,
whereon thy feet may stand.
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2The Lord shall out of Sion send
the rod of thy great pow'r:
In
midst of all thine enemies
be thou the governor.
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3A willing people in thy day
of pow'r shall come to thee,
In
holy beauties from morn's womb;
thy youth like dew shall be.
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4The Lord himself hath made an oath,
and will repent him never,
Of
th' order of Melchisedec
thou art a priest for ever.
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5The glorious and mighty Lord,
that sits at thy right hand,
Shall,
in his day of wrath, strike through
kings that do him withstand.
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6He shall among the heathen judge,
he shall with bodies dead
The
places fill: o'er many lands
he wound shall ev'ry head.
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7The brook that runneth in the way
with drink shall him supply;
And,
for this cause, in triumph he
shall lift his head on high.
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