Psalm 21

O Lord, the King shall joyful be
in thy great strength and pow'r,
Exceedingly his heart doth joy
in thee his Saviour.
For thou hast now on him bestow'd
his own hearts whole desire,
Nothing from him thou hast kept back
of what he did require.

With blessings thou didst him prevent
of goodness manifold,
And thou hast set upon his head
a crown of perfect gold.
And when he asked life of thee,
thou gav'st it liberally,
Yea, even length of many days
to last eternally.

His glory is exceeding great
by thy salvation,
Honour and glorious Majesty
thou hast laid him upon.
Thou hast him as a pattern set
of blessings lastingly,
And with thy chearful countenance
joy'd him exceedingly.

For in the Lord the King doth trust,
and through his mercy great
Of the most high, he never shall
be moved from his seat.
The power of thine hand shall reach
thine enemies round about,
And those that hate thee mortally
thy right hand shall finde out.

Like fewel in an ov'n consum'd,
thine anger make them shall,
The Lord shall swallow them in wrath,
fire shall devour them all.
Their fruit shalt thou destroy, with them
from th'earth even all their race,
So that their seed amongst the sons
of men shall have no place.

For they against thee evil did
imagine and intend,
A crafty purpose which they could
not bring unto an end,
Therefore shalt thou them like a butt
or mark set up and place,
And make thine arrows on the string
ready against their face.

In thy strength and thy might, O Lord,
be thou exalted high,
So will we sing to thee, and praise
thy pow'r continually.