Psalms of David 45
45
PSALM XLV.
C. M.
1WHILE I the King’s loud praise rehearse,
Indited by my heart,
My tongue is like the pen of him
That writes with ready art.
2How matchless is thy form, O King!
Thy mouth with grace o’erflows;
Because fresh blessings God on thee
Eternally bestows.
3Gird on thy sword, most mighty Prince;
And, clad in rich array,
With glorious ornaments of pow’r
Majestick pomp display.
4Ride on in state, and still protect
The meek, the just, and true;
Whilst thy right hand with swift revenge
Does all thy foes pursue.
5How sharp thy weapons are to them
That dare thy pow’r despise!
Down, down they fall, while thro’ their heart
The feather’d arrow flies.
6But thy firm throne, O God, is fix’d
For ever to endure;
Thy sceptre’s sway shall always last,
By righteous laws secure.
7Because 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,
Advanc’d thy lofty head.
8With cassia, aloes, and myrrh, brought,
Thy royal robes abound;
Which, from the stately wardrobe
Spread grateful odours round.
9Among the honourable train
Did princely virgins wait;
The queen was plac’d at thy right hand
In golden robes of state.
The Second Part.
10But thou, O royal bride, give ear,
And to my words attend;
Forget thy native country now,
And ev’ry former friend.
11So shall thy beauty charm the King;
Nor shall his love decay:
For he is now become thy Lord;
To him due rev’rence pay.
12The Tyrian matrons, rich and proud,
Shall humble presents make;
And all the wealthy nations sue
Thy favour to partake.
13The King’s fair daughter’s fairer soul
All inward graces fill;
Her raiment is of purest gold,
Adorn’d with costly skill.
14She, in her nuptial garments drest,
With needles richly wrought,
Attended by her virgin train,
Shall to the King be brought.
15With all the state of solemn joy
The triumph moves along,
Till with wide gates the royal court
Receives the pompous throng.
16Thou, in thy royal father’s room,
Must princely sons expect;
Whom thou to diff’rent realms may’st send
To govern and protect.
17Whilst this my song to future times
Transmits thy glorious Name;
And makes the world, with one consent,
Thy lasting praise proclaim.
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Psalms of David 45: MP1696
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First published 1696, improved 1698.
