Classic Poem

PSALM XXI .

Domine, in virtute tua.

1.

New joy, new joy unto our king,
Lord, from Thy strength is growing;
Lord, what delight to him doth bring
His safety, from Thee flowing!

2.

Thou hast given what his heart woulde haue,
Nay, soon as he but moved
His lips to craue what he should craue,
He had as him behoved.

3.

Yea, Thou prevent'st ere ask he could,
With many liberall blessing,
Croune of his head with croune of gold
Of purest metal dressing.

4.

He did but ask a life of Thee,
Thou him a long life gavest;
Lo, even unto eternity
The life of him Thou savest.

5.

Wee may well call his glory great
That springs from Thy salvation:
Thou, Thou it is that has him set
In so high estimation

6.

Like storehouse Thou of blessings mad'st
This man of everlasting;
Unspeakably his heart Thou glad'st,
On him Thy count'nance casting.

7.

And why all this? Because our king
In heaven his trust hath layed;
He only leanes on highest thing,
Soe from base slip is stayed.

8.

Thy hand Thy foes shall overtake,
That Thee so evill haue hated;
Thou as in fiery oven shalt make
These mates to be amated.

9.

The Lord on them with causefull ire
Shall use destroying power:
All flames of never-quenched fire
Shall these bad wights devouer

10.

Their fruit shalt Thou from earthly face
Send unto desolation;
And from among the humane race
Root out their generation.

11.

For they to overthrow Thy will
Full wilily intended:
But all their bad mischeivous skill
Shall fruitlesly be ended.

12.

For like a marke Thou shalt a-row
Set them in pointed places,
And ready make Thy vengefull bow
Against their guilty faces.

13.

Lord, in Thy strength, Lord, in Thy might,
Thy honour high be raised;
And so shall in our song's delight
Thy power still be praised.