Psalm 21

The soul shall be glad. In Jesus restored.
Anointed and made A king with his Lord;
His high exaltation With transport receive,
And in Thy salvation Triumphantly live.

His hearty request, Thou, Lord, hast bestow'd,
With holiness bless'd, That image of God;
The baptizing fire, The heavenly birth.
Hath lifted him higher Than kings of the earth.

His head Thou hast crown'd With gold from above.
No dross can be found In perfected love;
The gold — it is pure, Unmingled with sin,
The kingdom is sure Of heaven within.

Long life he desired, To spend in Thy praise;
And Thou hast inspired His soul with Thy grace,
Hast bid the believer Thy Spirit receive,
And gave him for ever And ever to live.

This, this is his boast And triumph, that God,
To save what was lost, Should shed His own blood:
Thy honour and glory On him Thou hast laid,
And made him in Thee Eternally glad.

Eternally bless'd And joyful in Thee;
Admitted to rest, Thy presence to see;
He trusts in his Saviour: Who then shall remove
His soul from Thy favour, His heart from Thy love?

Thou reignest supreme In goodness and power;
Thy mercies redeem. Thy judgments devour,
Thy fire shall consume Who madly offend.
Thy justice shall doom To woes without end.

S Thy weighty right hand Shall find out Thy foes,
Who mercy withstand, And Jesus oppose;
Who dare Thy displeasure Thy judgments shall feel.
And fill up their measure Of torments in hell.

The vengeance decreed Yet farther shall go.
And root out the seed Of sinners below,
Because they offended. Maliciously proud.
And vainly intended Their rage against God.

Thou, therefore, O Lord, Shalt put them to flight,
The nations abhorr'd Drive out of Thy sight;
The shafts of Thy quiver Shall aim at their face.
Transfix them for ever When in their own place.

Take to Thee Thy power, O Jesus, and reign;
So shall we adore Thy goodness to man.
Thy mighty compassion. Thy con(uering love,
Till in Thy salvation We triumph above.