PSALM CX.

George Burgess

God shall thy rod of strength
Extend
From Sion's hill;
And hostile realms afar shall bend,
And do thy sovereign will.

Then, when the dawn shall gild
Thine arms
Of conqu'ring pow'r,
Thine own shall throng, in holy charms,
To hail the radiant hour.

More num'rous and more bright
Shall earth
Thine offspring yield,
Than lies the morning's dewy birth
On sparkling wood and field.

The Lord, who cannot change,
Hath sworn,
\"To thee remain,
As by Melchizedek were borne,
Priesthood and kingly reign.\"

The Lord on thy right hand,
Shall tread
In his just wrath,
On many a monarch's impious head,
Along his victor path.

O'er heaps of slain he goes,
But first
Bows lowly down,
At the poor riv'let slakes his thirst,
Then rises to his crown.