The King, O Lord, with songs of praise (Tate and Brady)

Verse 1

The king, O Lord, with songs of praise, shall in thy strength rejoice; With thy salvation crown'd shall raise to Heaven his cheerful voice.

Verse 2

For thou, whate'er his Lips request, not only dost impart; But hast, with thy acceptance, blest the wishes of his heart.

Verse 3

Thy goodness, and thy tender care have all his hopes outgone; A crown of gold thou mad'st him wear, and sett'st it firmly on.

Verse 4

He pray'd for life; and thou, O Lord, did'st to his prayer attend, And graciously to him afford a Life that ne'er shall end.

Verse 5

Thy sure defence through nations round has spread his glorious name; And his successful actions crown'd with majesty and fame.

Verse 6

Eternal blessings thou bestow'st, and mak'st his joys increase; Whilst thou to him, unclouded, show'st the brightness of thy face.

Verse 7

Because the king on God alone for timely A=aid relies; His mercy still supports his throne, and all his wants supplies.

Verse 8

But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn foes shall feel thy heavy hand; Thy vengeful arm shall find out those, that hate thy mild command.

Verse 9

When thou against them dost engage, thy just but dreadful doom Shall, like a glowing oven's rage, their hopes and them consume.

Verse 10

Nor shall thy furious anger cease, or with their ruin end; But root out all their guilty race, and to their seed extend.

Verse 11

For all their thoughts were set on ill, their hearts on malice bent; But thou with watchful care didst still the ill effects prevent.

Verse 12

While they their swift retreat shall make to 'scape thy dreadful might, Thy swifter arrows shall o'ertake, and gall them in their flight.

Verse 13

Thus, Lord, thy wondrous strength disclose, and thus exalt thy fame; Whilst we glad songs of praise compose to thy Almighty Name.