Psalm 21

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1        The king in thy great strength, O Lord,

                   shall very joyful be:

          In thy salvation rejoice

                   how veh'mently shall he!

2        Thou hast bestowed upon him

                   all that his heart would have;

          And thou from him didst not withhold

                   whate'er his lips did crave.

3        For thou with blessings him prevent'st

                   of goodness manifold;

          And thou hast set upon his head

                   a crown of purest gold.

4        When he desired life of thee,

                   thou life to him didst give;

          Ev'n such a length of days, that he

                   for evermore should live.

5        In that salvation wrought by thee

                   his glory is made great;

          Honour and comely majesty

                   thou hast upon him set.

6        Because that thou for evermore

                   most blessed hast him made;

          And thou hast with thy countenance

                   made him exceeding glad.

7        Because the king upon the Lord

                   his confidence doth lay;

          And through the grace of the most High

                   shall not be mov'd away.

8        Thine hand shall all those men find out

                   that en'mies are to thee;

          Ev'n thy right hand shall find out those

                   of thee that haters be.

9        Like fiery ov'n thou shalt them make,

                   when kindled is thine ire;

          God shall them swallow in his wrath,

                   devour them shall the fire.

10      Their fruit from earth thou shalt destroy,

                   their seed men from among:

11      For they beyond their might 'gainst thee

                   did plot mischief and wrong.

12      Thou therefore shalt make them turn back,

                   when thou thy shafts shalt place

          Upon thy strings, made ready all

                   to fly against their face.

13      In thy great pow'r and strength, O Lord,

                   be thou exalted high;

          So shall we sing with joyful hearts,

                   thy power praise shall we.