Scepter of Apocalyptic Might

The Lord says to my lord
Sit at my right hand
While I make your enemies
Your footstool

The scepter of your might!

Yours is princely power from the day of your birth
In holy splendor before the daystar
Like dew I begot you

The Lord extends your strong scepter
Have dominion over your enemies!

The Lord has sworn and will not waver
You are a priest forever
In the manner of Melchizedek
At your right hand is the Lord

Who crushes kings on the day
Of his wrath
Who judges nations, heaps up corpses
Crushes heads across the wide earth

The Lord says to my lord
Sit at my right hand
While I make your enemies
Your footstool