Words: Isaac Watts
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v.1–9 Christ exalted to the kingdom.
1 David rejoiced in God his strength, Raised to the throne by special grace; But Christ the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praise.
2 How great is the Messiah’s joy In the salvation of thy hand! Lord, thou hast raised his kingdom high, And giv’n the world to his command.
3 Thy goodness grants whate’er he will, Nor doth the least request withhold; Blessings of love prevent him still, And crowns of glory, not of gold.
4 Honor and majesty divine Around his sacred temples shine; Blest with the favor of thy face, And length of everlasting days.
5 Thine hand shall find out all his foes; And as a fiery oven glows With raging heat and living coals, So shall thy wrath devour their souls.
Our king is the care of Heaven.
1 The king, O Lord, with songs of praise, Shall in thy strength rejoice; And, blessed with thy salvation, raise To heav’n his cheerful voice.
2 Thy sure defense through nations round Has spread his glorious name; And his successful actions crowned With majesty and fame.
3 Then let the king on God alone For timely aid rely; His mercy shall support the throne, And all our wants supply.
4 But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes Shall feel thy dreadful hand; Thy vengeful arm shall find out those That hate his mild command.
5 When thou against them dost engage, Thy just but dreadful doom Shall, like a fiery oven’s rage, Their hopes and them consume.
6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare, And thus exalt thy fame; Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare For thine almighty name.