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The Lord unto my Lord thus spake:
"Till I thy foes thy footstool make,
"Sit thou in state at my right hand:
"Supreme in Zion thou shalt be,
"and all thy proud opposers see
"Subjected to thy just command."
"Thee, in thy pow'r's triumphant day,
"The willing nations shall obey:
And, when thy rising beams they view,
"Shall all (redeemed from error's night)
"Appear as numberless and bright
As crystal drops of morning dew."
The Lord hath sworn, nor sworn in vain,
that, like Melchisedech's, thy reign
nd priesthood shall no period know:
No proud competitor to sit
at they right hand will he permit,
ut in his wrath crowned heads o'erthrow.
The sentenced heathen he shall slay,
and fill with carcasses his way,
ill he hath struck earth's tyrants dead:
But in the high-way brooks shall first,
like a poor pilgrim, slake his thirst;
nd then in triumph raise his head.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Dates:
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1696,1821
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 110;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1821 | # 110 |
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