The King shall in thy strength rejoice, O Lord; what shouts of praise

Verse 1

The king shall in thy strength rejoice, O Lord; what shouts of praise Shall he, to heaven, with cheerful voice, In thy salvation raise?

Verse 2

The pious wishes of his heart, Thou with thy favors blessed; Nor hast refuséd to impart His lips devout request.

Verse 3

Thy goodness widely did unfold, And unsought blessings shed; Thou set'st a crown of purest gold Upon his royal head.

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Of thee he askéd life, and thou Thy grant didst far extend. Ee'n length of days thou didst bestow. And life that ne'er should end.

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In thy salvation, thou hast made His glory to be great; With majesty hast him arrayed; And honors round him wait.

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Forever blessed, above all kings, Thou mad'st him, through thy grace, His heart with flowing gladness springs, From thy reviving face.

Verse 7

Because the king, in God alone, His steadfast trust retains. Through favor of the highest One, His kingdom firm remains.

Verse 8

Thine hand shall find and grip thy foes, Who dare thy power withstand; Thy right hand's vengeance falls on those Who hate thy just command.

Verse 9

A burning furnace, in the hour Of wrath, shall be their doom; Thine anger, Lord, shall them devour. And dreadful fire consume.

Verse 10

Thou wilt destroy their wretched fruit, From earth's extended face; And from men's sons, wilt wholly root Their numerous guilty race.

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For they, against thee, evil meant, Their hearts did mischief form; But thou didst blast their vile intent, Which they could ne'er perform.

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As a fixed mark of vengeance near, Therefore thou shalt them place; Thine arrows on their strings prepare, And level at their face.

Verse 13

Be thou exalted, Lord, in fame, Thy strength in glory raise; So we will sing thy wondrous name, Thy mighty power will praise.