Scripture Verse

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

Introduction

Words: Daniel G. Wait (1789–1850).

Music: Tal­bot (Gaunt­lett) Hen­ry J. Gaunt­lett, Christ­mas Min­strel­sy (Lon­don and Man­ches­ter, Eng­land: No­vel­lo & Brem­ner, 1864), number 63 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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portrait
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Lyrics

In Heav’n’s eternal glories blessed,
Jehovah thus my Lord addressed:
“Sit Thou at My right hand on high,
Till prostrate all My foes shall lie.

“Thy willing people shall combine
To make th’ illustrious triumph Thine;
Plenteous as dew, in firm array,
Thy youths shall seal to Thee display.

A priesthood, endless and divine,
Ranked with Melchizedek’s is Thine

So swore Jehovah! His decree
Unchanged, unchangeable shall be.