PSAL CX. A Psalm of David. First Meeter

THe Lord did say unto my Lord, To sit at my right-hand accord, Till I thy foes thy foot-stool make. The Lord shall out of Sion send Thy rod of strength thee to attend, The rule amid the enemies take. Thy people voluntier shall be, In beauties of true sanctity.

Upon the day of thy great power So of thy youth shall be the dew As from the morning womb we view The dewy drops of early showre.

The Lord hath sworn, & never will Repent that thou a Priest shalt be By the order of Melchisedeck The Lord at thy right-hand shall slay, And strike through kings upon the day When as his fury forth shall break The heathen he shall judge among The places with dead bodies throng.

The heads of countries great strike dead He of the torrent in the way, Shall satisfie his thirst that day: And so on high lift up the head.