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While I the King's loud praise rehearse

While I the King's loud praise rehearse,
indited by my heart,
My tongue is like the pen of him
that writes with ready art.

How matchless is thy form, O King!
thy mouth with grace o'erflows;
Because fresh blessings God on thee
eternally bestows.

Gird on thy sword, most mighty prince;
and, clad in rich array,
With glorious ornaments of pow'r
majestic pomp display.

Ride on in state, and still protect
the meek, the just, and true;
Whilst thy right hand with swift revenge
does all thy foes pursue.

How sharp thy weapons are to them,
that dare thy pow'r despise!
Down, down they fall, while through their heart
the feathered arrow flies.

But thy firm throne, O God, is fixed
for ever to endure;
Thy scepter's sway shall always last,
by righteous laws secure.

Because thy heart, by justice led,
did upright ways approve,
And hated still the crooked paths
Where wand'ring sinners rove:

Therefore did God, thy God, on thee
the oil of gladness shed;
And hath above thy fellows round,
advanced thy lofty head.

With cassia, aloes, and myrrh,
thy royal robes abound;
Which, from the stately wardrobe brought,
spread grateful odors round.

Among thine honorable train
did princely virgins wait;
The queen was placed at thy right hand
in golden robes of state.

marker 99
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 1696
      Bible Refs: Ps 45:1-9;
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1821# 45
      Name: ABRIDGE
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        Dates: 1770
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