Classic Poem

Lord , in Thy salvation,
In the strength which Thou hast shown,
Greatly shall the king rejoice.
How will joy exalt his voice!
Thou hast granted his request;
Of his heart's desire possess'd;
Blest with blessings manifold;
Crown'd with sparkling gems and gold.
Pray'd-for life Thou granted hast;
Length of days which never waste;
By Thy safeguard glorious made;
With high majesty array'd:
Of resistless pow'r possess'd;
By Thy favours ever bless'd.
Lo! his joys are infinite;
Joy reflected from Thy sight:
For the king in God did trust.
Through the mercy of the just,
He shall ever fixed stand.
For thy hand, thy own right hand,
Shall thy enemies destroy,
Who would in thy ruin joy.
When thy anger shall awake,
Them a flaming furnace make.
God shall swallow in His ire,
And devour them all with fire.
From the earth destroy their fruit;
Never let their seed take root.
Mischievous was their intent;
All their thoughts against me bent;
Thoughts, which nothing could perform,
Let Thy arrows, like a storm,
Put them to inglorious flight;
On their daunted faces light.
Lord, aloft Thy triumphs raise,
While we sing Thy pow'r and praise.