The Word of God to my Lord
Sit beside me on my throne
Till your foes become a stool
Underneath your feet they'll moan
You're the ruler, forged in strength
By the God of Zion's grace
Surrounded, yet you reign supreme
In holy armor you embrace
Your people flock to your side
In the glory of them all
Your figure and youthful stride
To the conqueror they adore
You're the priest, forever ordained
In the order of Melchizedek
God's promise, it shall remain
At your side no foe can shake
The Lord stands firm beside your throne
Crushing kings with wrath profound
Nations judged, convictions shown
Opposition crumbles down
The Kingmaker enthroned you
To king with head held high
In victory forever true
Underneath the black sky