Your strength, God, is the king's strength. Helped, he's hollering Hosannas.
You gave him exactly what he wanted; you didn't hold back.
You filled his arms with gifts; you gave him a right royal welcome.
He wanted a good life; you gave it to him, and then made it a long life as a bonus.
You lifted him high and bright as a cumulus cloud, then dressed him in rainbow colors.
You pile blessings on him; you make him glad when you smile.
Is it any wonder the king loves God? that he's sticking with the Best?
With a fistful of enemies in one hand and a fistful of haters in the other,
You radiate with such brilliance that they cringe as before a furnace. Now the furnace swallows them whole, the fire eats them alive!
You purge the earth of their progeny, you wipe the slate clean.
All their evil schemes, the plots they cook up, have fizzled - every one.
You sent them packing; they couldn't face you.
Show your strength, God, so no one can miss it. We are out singing the good news!