O Lord how joyful is the King in Thy strength and power:
how vehemently doth he rejoice in Thee his saviour.
For Thou hast given unto him his godly heart's desire:
to him nothing hast Thou denied that he did require.
Thou didst prevent him with Thy gifts and blessings manifold:
and Thou hast set upon his head a crown of perfect gold.
And when he asked life of Thee, thereof Thou mad'st him sure:
to have long life, yea, such a life as ever should endure.
Great is his glory by Thy help, Thy benefits and aid:
great worship and great honour both Thou hast upon him laid.
Thou wilt give him felicity that never shall decay:
and with Thy cheerful countenance wilt comfort him alway.
For why, the King doth strongly trust in God for to prevail:
therefore his goodness and his grace will not that he shall quail.
But let Thine enemies feel Thy force and those that Thee withstand:
find out Thy foes and let them feel Thy power, the power of Thy right hand.
And like an oven burn them Lord in fiery flame and fume:
Thine anger shall destroy them all, and fire shall them consume.
And Thou wilt root out of the earth their fruit that should increase:
and from the number of Thy folk their seed shall end and cease.
For why, such mischief did they muse against Thine holy name:
yet did they fail, and had no power for to perform the same.
But as a mark Thou shalt them set in a most open place:
and charge Thy bow strings readily against Thine enemies' face.
Be Thou exalted, Lord, therefore in Thy strength ev'ry hour:
so shall we sing right solemnly praising Thy might and power.
So shall we sing right solemnly, praising Thy might and power.
Amen.
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