Words: Par­a­phrase of Psalm 21; au­thor un­known.

Music: La­ta­kia, Ed­ward G. Tay­lor, 1860.


Now the king in Thy strength shall be joyful, O Lord,
Thy salvation shall make him rejoice;
For the wish of his heart Thou didst freely accord,
The request of his suppliant voice.

All the blessings of goodness Thou freely didst give;
With the purest of gold he is crowned;
When he asked of Thee life, Thou hast made Him to live
While the ages shall circle around.

Through salvation from Thee has his fame spread abroad
Thou didst glory and honor impart;
Thou hast made him most blessèd forever, O God,
And Thy presence has gladdened his heart.

For the king in the strength of Jehovah most high
Did unwavering confidence place;
On the Name of Jehovah he still will rely,
And shall stand evermore in His grace.

By the hand of Thy might and the dread of Thy Name
All Thy foes Thou wilt burn in Thy fire;
Thou wilt swallow them up in the vengeance of flame,
And their race shall succumb to Thine ire.

Thou they plotted their schemes against Thee and Thy might,
In their purpose they cannot succeed;
Thou wilt certainly make them turn backward in flight,
For Thine arrows are ready to speed.

Be Thou then high exalted, Jehovah our God,
And arise in the weight of Thy might;
We shall sing of Thy strength and omnipotent rod;
In Thy praises shall be our delight.