Psalms 110:1-7

• [Psa 110:1] Lord Unto His Christ Has Said, The

  The Lord unto His Christ has said, “Sit Thou at My right hand, Until I make Thine enemies Submit to Thy command. A scepter prospered by the Lord Thy mighty hand shall wield; From Zion Thou shalt rule the world, And all Thy foes shall yield. “Thy people will be gladly Thine When Thou shalt come in might, Like dawning day, like hopeful youth, With holy beauty bright. A priesthood that shall never end The Lord has given Thee; This He has sworn, and evermore Fulfilled His Word shall be. “Thou shalt subdue the kings of earth With God at Thy right hand; The nations Thou shalt rule in might And judge in every land.” The Christ, refreshed by living streams, Shall neither faint nor fall, And He shall be the glorious Head, Exalted over all.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 110:1] Unto My Lord Jehovah Said

  Unto my Lord Jehovah said, “At My right hand I throne Thee, Till at Thy feet, in triumph laid, Thy foes their Ruler crown Thee.” From Zion shall Jehovah send Thy scepter, till before Thee bend The knees of proud rebellion. Thy saints, to greet Thy day of might, In holy raiment muster; As dewdrops in the morning light Thy youths around Thee cluster. Jehovah sware and made decree, “Thou, King of Righteousness, shalt be A royal Priest forever.” The Lord at Thy right hand shall bring On rulers desolation; The Lord shall smite each heathen king, And judge each rebel nation. He, swiftly marching in His wrath, Shall quaff the brook upon His path, And lift His head in glory.

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• [Psa 110:4] Thou Dear Redeemer, Dying Lamb

  Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, I love to hear of Thee; No music like Thy charming Name, Is half so sweet to me, Is half so sweet to me. O let me ever hear Thy voice In mercy to me speak! And in my Priest, will I rejoice, My great Melchizedek, My great Melchizedek. My Jesus shall be still my theme, While in this world I stay; I’ll sing my Jesus’ lovely Name When all things else decay, When all things else decay. When I appear in yonder cloud, With all Thy favored throng, Then I will sing more sweet, more loud, And Christ shall be my song, And Christ shall be my song.

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• [Psa 110:4] Where High The Heavenly Temple Stands

  Where high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, The Guardian of mankind appears. He Who for men their Surety stood, And poured on earth His precious blood, Pursues in Heaven His mighty plan, The Savior and the Friend of man. Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth a brother’s eye; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame. Our fellow Sufferer yet retains A fellow feeling of our pains: And still remembers in the skies His tears, His agonies, and cries. In every pang that rends the heart, The Man of Sorrows had a part, He sympathizes with our grief, And to the sufferer sends relief. With boldness, therefore, at the throne, Let us make all our sorrows known; And ask the aids of heavenly power To help us in the evil hour.

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  source: Cyberhymnal