Now the king in Thy strength
Shall be joy­ful, O Lord,
Thy sal­va­tion shall make him re­joice;
For the wish of his heart
Thou didst free­ly ac­cord,
The re­quest of his sup­pli­ant voice.

All the bless­ings of good­ness
Thou free­ly didst give;
With the pur­est of gold he is crowned;
When he asked of Thee life,
Thou hast made Him to live
While the ag­es shall cir­cle around.

Through sal­va­tion from Thee
Has his fame spread abroad
Thou didst glo­ry and hon­or im­part;
Thou hast made him most bless­èd
Forever, O God,
And Thy pre­sence has glad­dened his heart.

For the king in the strength
Of Je­ho­vah most high
Did un­wa­ver­ing con­fi­dence place;
On the name of Je­ho­vah
He still will re­ly,
And shall stand ev­er­more in His grace.

By the hand of Thy might
And Thy an­ger de­stroyed
All Thy foes and their off­spring shall fail;
By the ev­il they planned
And the craft they em­ployed,
They shall ne­ver against Thee pre­vail.

Thou they plot­ted their schemes
Against Thee and Thy might,
In their pur­pose they can­not succeed;
Thou wilt cer­tain­ly make them
Turn back­ward in flight,
For Thine ar­rows are rea­dy to speed.

Be Thou then high ex­alt­ed,
Jehovah our God,
And arise in the weight of Thy might;
We shall sing of Thy strength
And om­ni­po­tent rod;
In Thy prais­es shall be our de­light.