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;
Blessed 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.

Now the king in Thy strength shall be joyful, O Lord,
Thy salvation shall make him rejoice;
For the wish of his heart Thou didst freely accord,
The request of his suppliant voice.

All the blessings of goodness Thou freely didst give;
With the purest of gold he is crowned;
When he asked of Thee life, Thou hast made Him to live
While the ages shall circle around.

Through salvation from Thee has his fame spread abroad
Thou didst glory and honor impart;
Thou hast made him most blessèd forever, O God,
And Thy presence has gladdened his heart.

For the king in the strength of Jehovah most high
Did unwavering confidence place;
On the Name of Jehovah he still will rely,
And shall stand evermore in His grace.

By the hand of Thy might and the dread of Thy Name
All Thy foes Thou wilt burn in Thy fire;
Thou wilt swallow them up in the vengeance of flame,
And their race shall succumb to Thine ire.

Thou they plotted their schemes against Thee and Thy might,
In their purpose they cannot succeed;
Thou wilt certainly make them turn backward in flight,
For Thine arrows are ready to speed.

Be Thou then high exalted, Jehovah our God,
And arise in the weight of Thy might;
We shall sing of Thy strength and omnipotent rod;
In Thy praises shall be our delight.

A year of precious blessings
And glorious victories won,
Of earnest work progressing,
Its onward course has run;
To Thee, O God, our Refuge,
Whose goodness crowns our days,
Within Thy earthly temple,
We lift our souls in praise;
Within Thy earthly temple,
We lift our souls in praise.

Thou Master of assemblies
In mighty power descend,
Behold our glad reunion,
Conduct it to the end;
Inspire our hearts with courage
And deeper love for Thee,
That all, Thy Name may honor,
Where’er our field may be,
That all, Thy Name may honor,
Where’er our field may be.

O Church of God’s anointed,
March on the world to win,
Lead forth thy ranks by millions
Against the hosts of sin,
Till at His throne in glory,
Where angels prostrate fall,
One hallelujah chorus
Shall crown Him Lord of all,
One hallelujah chorus
Shall crown Him Lord of all.