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Psalm 110 (Acoustic)
by Michael Brady
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The Lord says to my Lord
Sit at my right hand, sit at my right hand
Until I make your
Enemies your footstool, enemies your footstool
The Lord sends forth from Zion
Your mighty scepter
Rule in the midst of your enemies
Your people will offer themselves free
On the day of your power
In holy garments
From the womb of the morning
The dew of your youth will be yours
The Lord says to my Lord
Sit at my right hand, sit at my right hand
Until I make your
Enemies your footstool, enemies your footstool
The Lord has sworn and will not
Change his mind
You are a priest forever
Of the order of Melchizedek
The Lord says to my Lord
Sit at my right hand, sit at my right hand
Until I make your
Enemies your footstool, enemies your footstool
The Lord is at your right hand
He will shatter kings
On the day of his wrath
He will execute judgment
Among the nations
Filling them with corpses
He will shatter chiefs
Over the wide earth
He will drink from the brook by the way
Therefore he will lift his head
The Lord says to my Lord
Sit at my right hand, sit at my right hand
Until I make your
Enemies your footstool, enemies your footstool
The Lord says to my Lord
Sit at my right hand, sit at my right hand
Until I make your
Enemies your footstool, enemies your footstool
The Lord sends forth from Zion
Your mighty scepter
Rule in the midst of your enemies
Your people will offer themselves free
On the day of your power
In holy garments
From the womb of the morning
The dew of your youth will be yours
The Lord says to my Lord
Sit at my right hand, sit at my right hand
Until I make your
Enemies your footstool, enemies your footstool
The Lord has sworn and will not
Change his mind
You are a priest forever
Of the order of Melchizedek
The Lord says to my Lord
Sit at my right hand, sit at my right hand
Until I make your
Enemies your footstool, enemies your footstool
The Lord is at your right hand
He will shatter kings
On the day of his wrath
He will execute judgment
Among the nations
Filling them with corpses
He will shatter chiefs
Over the wide earth
He will drink from the brook by the way
Therefore he will lift his head
The Lord says to my Lord
Sit at my right hand, sit at my right hand
Until I make your
Enemies your footstool, enemies your footstool
