O God, to Thine an­oint­ed king
Give truth and right­eous­ness;
Thy peo­ple He will just­ly judge
And give the poor re­dress.
Then ev­ery fruit­ful mount­ain­side
Shall yield its rich in­crease,
And right­eous­ness in all the land
Shall bear the fruit of peace.

The poor man’s cause He will main­tain,
The needy He will bless,
And He will break the strength of those
Who would the poor op­press.
So men shall fear Thee while the sun
In dai­ly splen­dor glows,
And through all ag­es, while the moon
On earth its light be­stows.

Like rain up­on the new­born grass,
That falls re­fresh­ing­ly,
Like gen­tle show­ers that cheer the earth,
So shall His com­ing be.
The right­eous in His glo­ri­ous day
Shall flour­ish and in­crease,
The earth, un­til the moon shall fade,
Shall have abun­dant peace.