Scripture Verse

The Lord said unto my Lord, Sit Thou at My right hand, until I make Thine enemies Thy footstool. Psalm 110:1


Words: Mrs. Vokes. Ap­peared A Se­lect­ion of Hymns from the Best Au­thors, by John Rip­pon, 15th edi­tion, 1800, num­ber 418.

Music: War­ring­ton Ralph Har­ris­on, 1784 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Har­ris­on (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Exert Thy pow­er, Thy rights main­tain,
Insulted, ev­er­last­ing King!
The in­flu­ence of Thy crown in­crease,
And stran­gers to Thy foot­stool bring.

We long to see that hap­py time,
That dear, ex­pect­ed, bliss­ful day,
When count­less my­ri­ads of our race
The se­cond Ad­am shall ob­ey.

Thy pro­phe­cies must be ful­filled,
Though earth and hell should dare op­pose;
The stone cut from the mount­ain’s side,
Tho’ un­ob­served, to em­pire grows.

Soon shall the min­gled im­age fall,
Brass, sil­ver, ir­on, gold and clay,
And su­per­sti­tion’s gloomy reign
To light and li­ber­ty give way.

In one sweet sym­pho­ny of praise,
Gentile and Jew shall then unite;
And in­fi­de­li­ty, ashamed,
Sink in th’a­byss of end­less night.

Afric’s em­an­ci­pat­ed sons
Shall join, with Eur­ope’s pol­ished race,
To ce­le­brate, in dif­fer­ent tongues,
The glo­ries of re­deem­ing grace.

From east to west, from north to south,
Immanuel’s king­dom shall extend;
And ev­ery man, in ev­ery face,
Shall meet a bro­ther, and a friend.