1 O Lord, how joyful is the king
in thy strength and thy pow'r !
Exceedingly he doth rejoice
in thee his Savior.
2 For thou hast given unto him
his godly heart's desire;
To him thou nothing hast denied
of that he did require.
3 Thou didst present him with thy gifts
and blessings manifold;
And thou hast set upon his head
a crown of perfect gold,
4 And when he ask-ed 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 honor 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 pow'r 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 pow'r
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 tow'r;
So shall we sing right solemnly,
praising thy might and pow'r.
Source: The whole book of Psalms: collected into English metre #XXI