1 The king, O Lord, with songs of praise,
Shall in thy strength rejoice,
And, blest with thy salvation, raise
To heav'n his cheerful voice.
2 Thy sure defence, thro' nations round,
Hath spread our rising name;
And his successful actions crown'd
With majesty and fame.
3 Then let the king on God alone
For timely aid rely;
His mercy shall support the throne,
And all our wants supply.
4 But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes
Shall feel thy dreadful hand;
Thy vengeful arm shall find out those
That hate his mild command.
5 When thou against them dost engage,
Thy just, but dreadful doom,
Shall like a fiery oven's rage,
Their hopes and them consume.
6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous power declare,
And still exalt thy fame;
Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare,
For thine almighty name.
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First Line: | The king, O Lord, with songs of praise |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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