1 The King, O Lord, with Songs of Praise,
shall in thy Strength rejoice;
With thy salvation crown'd shall raise
to Heav'n his cheerful Voice.
2 For thou, whate'er his Lips request,
not only dost impart,
But hast with thy Acceptance blest,
the Wishes of his Heart.

3 Thy Goodness, and thy tender Care.
have all his Hopes out-gone;
A Crown of Gold thou mad'st him wear,
and sett'dst it firmly on.
4 He pray'd for Life; and thou, O Lord,
did'st his short Span extend,
And graciously to him afford
a Life that ne'er shall end.

5 Thy sure Defence through Nations round
Has spread his glorious Name;
And his successful Actions crown'd
With Majesty and Fame.
6 Eternal Blessings thou bestow'st,
and mak'st his Joys increase;
Whilst thou to him, unclouded, show'st
the Brightness of thy Face.

Part II

7 Because the King on God alone
for timely Aid relies;
His Mercy still supports his Throne,
and all his Wants supplies.
8 But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn Foe
shall feel thy heavy Hand;
Thy vengeful Arm shall find out those
that hate thy mild Command.

9 When Thou against them dost engage,
thy just, but dreadful Doom
Shall, like a glowing Oven's Rage,
their Hopes and them consume.
10 Nor shall thy furious Anger cease,
or with their Ruin end;
But root out all their guilty Race,
and to their Seed extend.

11 For all their Thoughts were set on Ill,
Their Hearts on Malice bent;
But thou with watchful Care did'st still
the ill Effects prevent.
12 In vain by shameful Flight they'll try
to 'scape thy dreadful Might;
While thy swift Darts shall faster fly,
and gall them in their Flight.

13 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous Strength disclose,
and thus exalt thy Fame;
Whilst we glad Songs of Praise compose
to thy Almighty Name.