Hail to Jesus

“Be seated here at my right hand,”

The LORD to my Lord did command,

“For of these heathen I will make

A kingly footstool for your sake.”

The LORD shall send your mighty rod

From Zion’s hill, the mount of God,

To smite your foes until they break;

The throne among them you must take.

Hail to Jesus; Christ is reigning

All will bow and all will name Him

Jesus, King of Kings

Upon your head a crown of dew,

Your morning makes the old things new.

And all who see your holy power

Will bow before you in that hour.

Melchizedek, a kingly priest

In You his line is now increased

Your life, the off'ring that you gave

The price was paid; you left the grave.

The kings who fight against my Lord

Shall taste His wrath and meet His sword

Upon their corpses He will look

Then drink to vengeance from a brook.