Psalm 21

W. W. J. VanOene, 1972; rev

1. LORD, in Thy strength the king exults;
   Thou richly dost support him.
   His wish Thou dost accord him
   By granting him Thy blest results.
   Thy power he a vowed,
   Thou hast his prayer allowed.
   
2. His blessings from Thee are untold;
   Prosperity Thou grantest.
   Upon his head Thou plantest
   A precious crown of finest gold.
   The life he asked of Thee
   Thou gavest, endlessly.
   
3. Great through Thy help his splendor is;
   Thou crownest him with glory
   And majesty before Thee.
   Thou grantest him abundant bliss.
   And, since Thou present art,
   Great joy fills all his heart.
   
4. The king does on the LORD rely,
   His faithfulness believing;
   And, steadfast love receiving,
   He, through the grace of the Most High,
   Is from his place not moved
   Which was by God approved.
   
5. Your hand will find your enemy,
   Your right hand all that hate you;
   With fear they must await you:
   A blazing oven they will see;
   By fire they are destroyed
   For evil they employed.
   
6. The LORD will swallow them in ire,
   And fire will soon consume them.
   Yes, with their seed, you’ll doom them
   And cause them wholly to expire.
   Though mischief they may plot,
   Successful they are not.
   
7. For you will put them all to flight.
   Your arrows they’ll be facing
   When you your bow are bracing.
   LORD, be exalted in Thy might.
   Thy praises we will voice,
   And in Thy power rejoice.