Psalm 20

The Lord in thy Adversitie
Regard thy crie;
Great Jacobs God with Safetie arme,
And shield from harme:
Helpe from his Sanctuarie send,
And out of Sion thee defend,

Thy Odors, which pure flames consume,
Be his Perfume.
May he accept thy Sacrifice,
Fir'd from the Skies.
For ever thy indeavours blesse;
And crowne thy Counsels with successe.

We will of thy Deliverance sing,
Triumphant King:
Our Ensignes in that prayd-for Day
With Joy display;
Even in the Name of God. O still
May he thy just Desires fulfill!

Now know I his Anointed He
Will heare, and free;
With saving Hand and Mightie Power,
From his high Tower.
These trust in Horse; in Chariots those;
Our trust we in our God repose.

Their wounded limbs with anguish bend,
To Death descend:
But we in fervour of the fight
Have stood upright.
O save us, Lord; thy Suppliants heare:
And in our aid, Great King, appeare.