1. Sublimer thoughts inspire my breast;
My tongue, in softest notes, to sing,
Runs like a ready writer's pen,
A poem sacred to the king.
2. There's none of all the sons of men
Can with thy matchless form compare;
All grace into thy lips is poured.
Thee ever blessed, doth God declare.
3. Gird then, O thou victorious prince,
Thy conquering sword upon thy rhigh;
Appear, in all thy glorious state,
Adorned with royal majesty.
4. In all thy pomp, ride prosperous on.
The truth, meekness, and righteousness
Strongly assert, and thy right hand
Shall teach thee wonders to express.
5. Thy pointed arrows wing their way,
And pierce the stubborn hearts of those
That set themselves against the king;
They fall, subdued, who were thy foes.
6. Thy throne, O God, through every age,
Forever unremoved shall stand;
Thy righteous laws, and righteous works,
Confirm the scepter in thy hand.
7. Thou justice lov'st, and hatest sin;
God, therefore, thine own God, hath shed,
Above what all thy fellows claim,
The oil of gladness on thy head.
8. Myrrh, aloes, and cassia,
Their perfumes to thy robes impart,
As thou from the ivory palace cam'st;
Whose fragrant smell rejoice thy heart.
9. The queen, in well-wrought Ophir's gold,
Fair bride, is placed at thy right hand;
Kings daughters, in her splendid train,
As maids of honor, waiting,stand.
10. O daughter hearken, and attend.
And to my words incline thine ear;
Thy native land, and friends forget,
Thy father's house, and kindred dear.
11. So shall the king, with thy fresh charms,
But have his love inflamed the more;
For he is now thy head, thy Lord,
Him therefore worship, and adore.
12. The Tyrian daughters shall approach.
And lay their offerings at thy feet;
The wealthy nations, with their gifts;
Thy royal favor shall entreat.
13. The king's fair daughter's glorious,
In all accomplishments divine;
Her garments wrought with Phrygian skill,
With purest gold, illustrious shine.
14. Thus, to the king, in nuptial robes,
By the artful needle curious wrought,
With fellow virgins following her,
She shall, in royal pomp, be brought.
15. Through shouting crowds, and peals of joy,
In state moves on the glittering train,
Till the king's palace them receive;
And naught but endless joys remain.
16. From thee, a numerous royal race,
Shall, in thy fathers stead, descend;
Whose fame, as mighty princes, shall
Through universal earth extend.
17. This song shall spread thy great renown,
Through every age, O glorious king;
And nations shall, while time does last,
In consort join, thy praise to sing.
A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752