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PSALM 21

39

C. M.

Our king is the care of Heaven.

The king, O Lord, with songs of praise,

Shall in thy strength rejoice;

And, blest with thy salvation, raise

To heav'n his cheerful voice.

Thy sure defence through nations round

Has spread his glorious name;

And his successful actions crowned

With majesty and fame.

Then let the king on God alone

For timely aid rely;

His mercy shall support the throne,

And all our wants supply.

But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes

Shall feel thy dreadful hand;

Thy vengeful arm shall find out those

That hate his mild command.

When thou against them dost engage,

Thy just but dreadful doom

Shall, like a fiery oven's rage,

Their hopes and them consume.

Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare,

And thus exalt thy fame;

Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare

For thine almighty name.

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