Psalm 21

Lord, in thy Salvation,
In the Strength which thou hast showne,
Greatly shall the King rejoyce.
How will Joy exalt his Voyce!
Thou hast granted his request;
Of his Hearts desire possest;
Blest with Blessings manifold;
Crown'd with sparkling Gemmes and Gold.
Praid-for Life thou granted hast;
Length of Dayes which never waste;
By thy Safe-guard glorious made;
With high Majestie array'd:
Of resistlesse Pow'r possest;
By thy favours ever blest.
Lo! his Joyes are infinite;
Joy reflected from thy sight:
For the King in God did trust.
Through the Mercie of the Just,
He shall ever fixed stand.
For thy Hand, thy owne right Hand,
Shall thy Enemies destroy,
Who would in thy ruine joy.
When thy Anger shall awake,
Them a flaming Furnace make.
God shall swallow in his Ire,
And devoure them all with fire.
From the Earth destroy their Fruit;
Never let their Seed take root.
Mischievous was their intent;
All their Thoughts against me bent;
Thoughts which nothing could performe.
Let thy Arrowes, like a Storme,
Put them to inglorious flight;
On their daunted faces light.
Lord, aloft thy Triumphs raise,
While we sing thy Power and Praise.