New joy, new joy unto our king,
Lord, from thy strength is growing:
Lord what delight to him doth bring
His safty, from thee flowing!
Thou hast giv’n what his hart woulde have,
Nay soone as he but moved,
His lipps to crave, what he would crave,
He had as him behoved.
Yea thou prevent’st ere aske he could,
With many lib’rall blessing.
Crown of his head with Crown of gold
Of purest mettall dressing.
He did but aske a life of thee,
Thou him a long life gavest:
Loe ev’n unto eternity
The life of hym thou savest.
We may well call his glory greate,
That springs from thy salvation:
Thou, thou it is, that hast hym sett
In soe high estimation.
Like storehouse thou of blessings mad’st
This man of everlasting:
Unspekably his hart thou gladst,
On hym thy count’naunce casting.
And why all this? because our king
In heav’n, his trust hath laied:
He only leanes on highest thing,
Soe from base slipp is staid.
Thy hand thy foes shall overtake,
That thee so evill hated:
Thou as in fyery ov’n shalt make
These mates to be amated.
The Lord on them with causfull ire
Shall use destroyeng power:
And flames of never-quenched fire
Shall these badd wightes devower.
Their fruite shalt thou from earthly face
Send unto desolation:
And from among the humane race
Roote out their generation.
For they to overthrow thy will
Full wilyly entended:
But all their bad mischevous skill
Shall fruitlessly be ended.
For like a mark thou shalt a row
Sett them in pointed places:
And ready make thy vengfull bow
Against their guilty faces.
Lord in thy strength, Lord in thy might,
Thy honor high be raised
And so shall in our songs delight
Thy power still be praised.