Psalm 110 (Glasgow CM)

1 The Lord did say unto my Lord,Sit thou at my right hand,Until I make thy foes a stool,whereon thy feet may stand.2 The Lord shall out of Zion sendthe rod of thy great pow’r:In midst of all thine enemiesbe thou the governor.3 A willing people in thy dayof pow’r shall come to thee,In holy beauties from morn’s womb;thy youth like dew shall be.4 The Lord himself hath made an oath,and will repent him never,Of th’ order of Melchisedecthou art a priest for ever.5 The glorious and mighty Lord,that sits at thy right hand,Shall, in his day of wrath, strike throughkings that do him withstand.6 He shall among the heathen judge,he shall with bodies deadThe places fill: o’er many landshe wound shall ev’ry head.7 The brook that runneth in the waywith drink shall him supply;And, for this cause, in triumph heshall lift his head on high.