Jesus, our Lord, as­cend Thy throne,
And near the Fa­ther sit;
In Zion shall Thy power be known,
And make Thy foes submit.

What wonders shall Thy Gos­pel do!
Thy converts shall surpass
The numerous drops of morning dew,
And own Thy sovereign grace.

God hath pronounced a firm decree,
Nor changes what He swore:
“Eternal shall Thy priesthood be,
When Ad­am is no more.

Melchizedek, that wondrous priest,
That king of high degree,
That holy man who Abraham blest
Was but a type of Thee.

Jesus our priest for ever lives
To plead for us above;
Jesus our king for ever gives
The blessings of His love.

God shall exalt His glo­ri­ous head,
And His high throne maintain;
Shall strike the powers and princes dead
Who dare oppose His reign.