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