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From His Father's right
hand,
A Spear out of Zion high
Hurtled from the morning
light
And headed straight
for the dark of night,
The Head is lifted up.
Both Priest and King,
Piercing hearts and minds
Forever and all day,
And laying low every sword,
valleys filled with dead,
The Head is lifted up.
The Head is lifted up,
Fresh from a drink in the
Kidron.
The Head is lifted up,
With every enemy now
and forevermore
underfoot.
Psalm 110 |
