Psalm 110Words: John Craig, from The Scottish Psalter of 1635
Note: original spelling retained 1 The LORD most high unto my LORD thus spake,
Sit thou now downe and rest at my right hand.
Untill that I thine enemies doe make,
A stoole to bee whereon thy feet may stand.
2 The Scepter of thy regall power and might
From Syon shall the LORD send and disclose;
Bee thou therefore the ruler in the fight
And in the midst of all thy mortal foes.
3 Thy people shall come willingly to thee,
What tyme thine host in holy beautie shew:
The youth that of thy womb do spring shall bee
Compar�d like unto the morning dew.
4 Thus God hath sworn, and it perform will hee,
And not repent, nor any time it break:
Thou art a Priest for ever unto mee
After the form of King Melchisedeck.
5 The LORD our GOD who is at everie stound [?]
At thy right hand, to bee thine help and stay:
Hee Princes proud, and stately Kings shall wound
For love of thee in his fierce wrathfull day.
6 Hee shall bee Judge among the Heathen all:
Hee places void with carcasses shall fill:
And in his rage the heads eke smite hee shall
That over countries great do work their will.
7 Yes, hee through haste for to pursue his foes
Shall drink the brook that runneth in the way:
And thus when hee confounded shall have those,
His head on hie then shall hee lift that day.
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