Sit Thou on My Right Hand, My Son

‘Sit thou on my right hand, my Son!’ saith the Lord.
‘Sit thou on my right hand, my Son,

‘Sit thou on my right hand, my Son!’ saith the Lord.
‘Sit thou on my right hand, my Son,
Till in the fatal hour
Of my wrath, and my power,
Thy foes shall be a footstool to thy throne.

Prayer shall be made to thee, my Son,’ saith the Lord.
‘Prayer shall be made to thee, my Son,
From earth and air and sea,
And all that in them be,
Which thou for thine heritage hast won.’

‘Daily be thou praised, my Son,’ saith the Lord.
‘Daily be thou praised, my Son.
And all that live and move,
Let them bless thy bleeding love,
And the work which thy worthiness hath done.’

Reginald Heber