Psalm 21

O LORD, in thy salvation
The King shall much delight
With joy and exultation
In thy great strength and might.
For what his heart desir'd to have
Thou granted'st every thing:
And what his lips of thee did crave
Was not deni'd the King.
With thy good blessings powred down,
Thou hast him richly sped:
And thou hast set a royall crown
Of pure gold on his head.
He ask't thee life, and thou did'st give
To him that blessing prime:
Even length of dayes, that he might live
An everlasting time.
He glorieth most exceedingly
In thy salvations aid:
For honour and great majestie
Thou hast upon him laid.
Of blessings ever-flowing streams
Thou did'st to him impart:
And with thy countenances beams
Rejoyc'd his joyfull heart.
For LORD the King unfainedly,
Doth put his trust in thee:
And through thy mercie, ô most High,
Remov'd he shall not be

2. Part.
THy right-hand shall thy foes disclose,
Thy hand thy haters all:
And fiery ovens shall burn thy foes,
What time thy wrath shall fall.
The Lord shall swallow them in fume,
Fire shall devour them then.
Their fruit shalt thou from earth consume,
Their seeds from sons of men.
For they against thee did intend
A most mischievous thing:
But cannot bring to passe the end
Of their imagining.
Lord, thou shalt make them for these things,
To turn their backs apace,
Charging thine arrows on thy strings,
Against their stubborn face.
In thy peculiar strength, O Lord,
Thy matchless glory raise:
So shall due cheerfull songs record
Thy powers deferved praise.