David re­joiced in God his strength,
Raised to the throne by spe­cial grace;
But Christ the Son ap­pears at length,
Fulfills the tri­umph and the praise.

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.

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.

Honor and ma­jes­ty di­vine
Around His sacr­ed tem­ples shine;
Blest with the fa­vor of Thy face,
And length of ev­er­last­ing days.

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.