1. The King shall in thy Strength rejoice,
O Lord; what Shouts of Praise
Shall he, to Heav'n, with chearful Voice,
In thy Salvation raise?
2. The pious Wishes of his Heart,
Thou with thy Favours blest;
Nor hast refused to impart
His Lips devout Request.

3. Thy Goodness widely did unfold,
And unsought Blessings shed;
Thou set'st a Crown of purest Gold
Upon his royal Head.

4. Of thee he asked Life, and thou
Thy Grant did'st far extend.
Ev'n Length of Days thou did'st bestow.
And Life that ne'er should end.

5. In thy Salvation, thou hast made
His Glory to be great;
With Majesty hast him array'd;
And Honours round him wait.
6. Forever bless'd, above all Kings,
Thou mad'st him, thro' thy Grace,
His Heart with flowing Gladness springs,
From thy reviving Face.

Second Part

7. Because the King, in God alone,
His stedfast Trust retains.
Thro' Favour of the highest One,
His Kingdom firm remains.
8. Thine Hand shall find and gripe thy Foes,
Who dare thy Pow'r withstand;
Thy Right-hand's Vengeance falls on those
Who hate thy just Command.

9. A burning Furnace, in the Hour
Of Wrath, shall be their Doom;
Thine Anger, Lord, shall them devour.
And dreadful Fire consume.
10. Thou wilt destroy their wretched Fruit,
From Earth's extended Face;
And from Men's Sons, wilt wholly root
Their num'rous guilty Race.

11. For they, against Thee, Evil meant,
Their Hearts did Mischief form;
But thou did'st blast their vile Intent,
Which they could ne'er perform.
12. As a fix'd Mark of Vengeance near,
Therefore thou shalt them place;
Thine Arrows on their Strings prepare,
And level at their Face.

13. Be thou exalted. Lord, in Fame,
Thy Strength in Glory raise;
So we will sing thy wond'rous Name,
Thy mighty Pow'r will praise.