Psalm 21
Words: Isaac Watts
There is also a Common Metre version on this page.
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.
