Psalm 110

St Matthew

The Lord to my Lord thus decrees,

‘Sit down at my right hand
Until I make your enemies
Your stool on which to stand.’

Your mighty sceptre from Zi’n’s hill

O Lord you will extend;
And in the midst of foes you will
Rule o’er them in the end.

Your troops upon your battle day

Will then so willing be.
In holy majesty’s array,
Dawn’s womb youth’s dew will see.

The Lord has sworn, his mind not checked,

‘You are a priest fore’er
In order of Melchizedek’,
The priestly office bear.

The day of wrath - kings will be crushed,

The Lord’s at your right hand.
In nations all he does what’s just,
The dead in heaps will stand.

The ruler of the earth he’ll slay.

He’ll drink, to water led,
Drink from a brook beside the way,
So he’ll lift up his head.