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The Lord did say unto my Lord,
Sit thou on my right hand,
Till I have made thy foes a stool
whereon thy feet shall stand.
The Lord shall out of Zion send
the scepter of thy might:
Amidst thy mortal foes be thou
the ruler in their sight.
And in the day on which thy reign
and power they shall see,
Then free-will offerings shall all
the people give to thee.
Yea, with an holy worshipping
then shall they offer all:
Thy birth-dew is the dew that doth
from womb of morning fall.
The Lord hath sworn, and never will
repent what he doth say,
By th'order of Melchisedech
thou art a priest alway.
The Lord thy God on thy right hand
that standeth for thy stay,
Shall wound for thee the stately kings
in that his wrathful day.
The heathen he shall judge, and fill
the place with bodies dead,
And over divers countries shall
in sunder smite the head.
And he shall drink out of the brook
that runneth in the way:
Wherefore he shall lift up on high
his royal head that day.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1562,1812
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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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