The Lord in truth to David sware, he will not turn from it, I of thy body's fruit will make upon thy throne to sit.
The Lord himself hath made an oath, and will repent him never, Of th' order of Melchisedec thou art a priest for ever.
It, like the moon, shall ever be establish'd stedfastly; And like to that which in the heav'n doth witness faithfully.
Once by my holiness I sware, to David I'll not lie;
Yet I'll not take my love from him, nor false my promise make.
The praises of thy wonders, Lord, the heavens shall express; And in the congregation of saints thy faithfulness.