Psalm 21

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O Lord, your strength the king inspires,
How glad for vict’ries giv’n!
You’ve granted him his heart’s desires,
His prayer you’ve not forbidd’n.
With blessings rich you welcomed him,
With gold his head you crowned.
He asked for life, you gave it him –
Long life in you he's found.

Through victories on him bestowed,
His glory now is great;
With praise and fame you've him endowed.
Eternally you've blessed,
You made him glad when you drew near.
The king trusts in the Lord;
So he will never shake with fear,
The Most High’s grace will guard.

Your hand will catch your enemies;
Your right hand seize your foes.
When you appear and each you sees
They’ll burn like furnace fires.
Them in his wrath the Lord will drown,
His fire each one devour.
From earth their offspring you’ll bring down,
From mankind every heir.

Though they against you evil plot,
Preparing vile attacks,
They'll not succeed for they cannot;
You’ll make them turn their backs
Then aim at them with drawn bowstring.
Be praised, Lord, to the height,
Exalted in your strength, we'll sing
O how we'll praise your might.