8 8. 8 8. D (Cleveland)Psalm 21
The king shall have joy in your might,
And in your salvation rejoice;
You gave him his heart's true delight,
And heard the request of his voice;
You met him with blessings untold,
And set a gold crown on his head;
His days rolling on from of old;
He asked, you gave life from the dead.
His glory is great when you save,
Enrobed in divine majesty;
He smiles at the blessings you gave,
Your face he rejoices to see.
In all things he trusts in the Lord,
And nothing his faith shall erode;
He rests in the truth of your word,
In mercies so freely bestowed.
Your hand shall your enemies find,
Your wisdom their plot overthrows;
To fire and to judgment consigned -
A terrible end for your foes.
But you are exalted on high,
Before you your enemies cower;
And none can your purpose defy:
We'll sing to the praise of your power.