1 The king, O Lord, with songs of praise, Shall in thy strength rejoice; And, blest with thy salvation, raise To heaven his cheerful voice.
2 Thy sure defence, thro' nations round, Has spread his glorious name; And his successful actions crown'd With majesty and fame.
3 Then let the king on God alone For timely aid rely; His mercy shall support the throne, And all our wants supply.
4 But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes Shall feel thy dreadful hand Thy vengeful arm shall find out those That hate his mild command.
5 When thou against them dost engage, Thy just but dreadful doom Shall, like a fiery oven's rage, Their hopes and them consume.
6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare, And thus exalt thy fame; Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare For thine almighty name.