1 O Lord, how joyful is the king
in thy strength and thy power,
Exceedingly he doth rejoice
in thee his Saviour.
2 For thou hast given unto him
his godly heart's desire;
To him thou nothing hast deny'd
of that he did require.
3 Thou didst prevent him with thy gifts
and blessings manifold,
And thou hast set upon his head
a crown of perfect gold.
4 And when he asked life of thee,
thereof thou mad'st him sure
To have long life, yea, such a life
as ever shall endure.
5 Great is his glory by thy help,
thy benefit and aid;
Great worship and great honour both
thou hast upon him laid.
6 Thou wilt give him felicity,
that never shall decay,
And with thy cheerful countenance
wilt comfort him alway.
7 Because the king doth strongly trust
in God for to prevail.
Therefore his goodness and his grace
to save him will not fail.
8 Thy enemies shall feel thy force,
and those that thee withstand;
Find out thy foes, and let them feel
the power of thy right hand.
9 And like an oven burn them, Lord,
in fiery flame and fume;
Thy anger shall destroy them all,
and fire shall them consume.
10 And thou shalt root out of the earth
their fruit that should increase,
And from the number of thy folk
their seed shall end and cease.
11 For they much mischief did contrive
against thy holy name;
Yet did they fail, and had no power
for to perform the same:
12 But as a mark thou shalt them set
in a most open place,
And charge thy bow-strings readily
against their very face.
13 Be thou exalted, Lord, in thy
own strength, which is our tower;
So shall we sing right solemnly,
praising thy might and power.
Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #XXI