The King, O Lord, with Songs of Praise

The king

O Lord

with songs of praise

Shall in Thy strength re­joice;

And blest with Thy sal­va­tion raise

To Heav­en his cheer­ful voice.

Thy sure de­fense through na­tions round

Has spread his glo­ri­ous name;

And his suc­cess­ful act­ions crowned

With ma­jes­ty and fame.

Then let the king on God alone

For time­ly aid re­ly;

His mer­cy shall sup­port the throne

And all our wants sup­ply.

But

right­eous Lord

his stub­born foes

Shall feel Thy dread­ful hand;

Thy venge­ful arm shall find out those

That hate his mild com­mand.

When Thou against them dost en­gage

Thy just

but dread­ful doom

Shall

like a fie­ry ov­en’s rage

Their hopes and them con­sume.

Thus

Lord

Thy won­drous power de­clare

And thus ex­alt Thy fame;

Whilst we glad songs of praise pre­pare

For Thine al­migh­ty name.