Jehovah to my Lord has said "Sit Thou at My right hand Until I make Thy foes a stool Whereon Thy feet may stand" Jehovah shall from Zion send The scepter of Thy pow'r In battle with Thine enemies Be Thou the conqueror A willing people in Thy day Of power shall come to Thee Thy youth arrayed in holiness Like morning dew shall be Jehovah swore, and from His oath He never will depart "Of th'order of Melchizedek A priest Thou ever art" The Lord at Thy right hand shall smite Earth's rulers in His wrath Among the nations He shall judge The slain shall fill His path In many lands He'll overthrow Their kings with ruin dread And, marching, He'll drink from the brook And so lift up His head