Psalm XXI

The King shall joyful be,
Lord, in thy strength alone:
How greatly shall his heart rejoice
In thy salvation?

For thou hast given him
His own heart's whole desire;
And nothing hast from him with-held
Of what he did require.

With good thou him prevent'st
With blessings manifold;
And thou upon his head hast set
A Crown of purest Gold.

He asked life of thee,
Thou it to him dist give;
Even such a length of days, that he
For evermore shall live.

In thy salvation
His Glory is made great;
Honour and Royal Majesty
Hast thou upon him set.

For thou for evermore
Most blessed hast him made;
And with thy gracious countenance
Made him exceeding glad.

Because upon the Lord
The King his trust doth lay;
He through the grace of the most High,
Shall not be mov'd away.

Thy hand shall find out all
Thine enemies that be:
Yea, thy right hand shall find out those
That haters are of thee.

Make them like hearths of fire,
In thy revenging hour;
The Lord shall swallow them in wrath,
The fire shall them devour:

Their fruit shalt thou destroy,
From earth their wicked race;
Among the sons of men their seed
Shall find no resting place.

For they against thee did
Mischief plot, and intend
A wicked purpose, which yet they
Could not bring to an end.

Therefore thou shalt make them
To turn their backs in chase;
And make thine arrows on the strings,
Ready against their face.

In thine own strength, O Lord,
Thy matchless Glory raise;
So shall our joyful songs rehearse
Thy Power's deserved praise.