1 Thus the eternal Father spake
To Christ the Son, |Ascend and sit
|At my right hand, till I shall make
|Thy foes submissive at thy feet.
2 |From Zion shall thy word proceed,
|Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand,
|Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed,
|And bow their wills to thy command.
3 |That day shall shew thy power is great,
|When saints shall flock with willing minds,
|And sinners crowd thy temple gate,
|Where holiness in beauty shines.|
4 O blessed power! 0 glorious day!
What a large victory shall ensue!
And converts, who thy grace obey,
Exceed the drops of morning dew.