1. The King, in thy Strength,
Is joyful, O Lord;
In thy saving Health
Doth greatly rejoice.
2. His Heart's pious Wishes
Thou do'st him afford;
And hast not witholden
The Suit of his Voice,

3. With Blessings of Good,
Thou do'st him prevent;
And fix on his Head
A Crown of pure Gold.
4. When Life he requested,
Kind Answer thou sent;
And Length of Days gav'st him,
Which never grow old.

5. Salvations so great
Have spread wide his Fame;
High Honours him cloath'd,
And Majesty crown'd.
6. Thou did'st him forever
Most blessed proclaim;
And make him most glad, with
Thy Beams shining round.

7. The King, in the Lord,
His Trust doth repose;
The Favour of God
Confirms his high State.
8. Thy Hand shall discover,
And punish thy Foes:
Thy Right-hand, in Vengeance,
Crush them that Thee hate.

9. As Furnace of Fire,
Thy Wrath shall them make;
Thine Anger, O Lord,
Consume them in Flames.
10. Their Fruit from Earth's Surface,
Thou wholly shalt take;
And root out from Mankind,
Their Seeds hateful Names.

11. For Evil they thought,
And Mischief devis'd;
Which, blasted by Thee,
Could never take Place.
12. As Marks of thy Vengeance,
Thou hast them surpriz'd;
And levell'd thine Arrows
Direct at their Face.

13. Exalted be God
Thro'out the whole Land;
His Strength still appear,
His Glory to raise:
So will we sing joyful
The Works of thy Hand;
And thy mighty Power,
Forever will praise.