O God, Be Thy Anointed Son

O God

be Thy anoint­ed Son

With truth and right­eous­ness en­dowed

That jus­tice may on earth be done

The meek pro­tect­ed from the proud.

Then ov­er mount­ain side and plain

Shall peace spring forth from right­eous­ness;

The poor man’s cause will He main­tain

And save the weak

that none op­press.

Then shall Thy fear on earth be known

Long as the sun and moon shall shine;

While end­less ge­ne­ra­tions run

Kingdom and glo­ry shall be Thine.

Like co­pi­ous rain in time of dearth

So shall His gra­cious com­ing be;

As gen­tle show­ers that cheer the earth

So He shall bring pros­per­ity.

The just shall flour­ish in His day

And ev­er­more shall peace ex­tend;

From sea to sea shall be His sway

And to earth’s re­mot­est end.

The de­sert lands to Him shall bow

And all the is­lands of the sea

And kings with gifts shall pay their vow;

His ene­mies shall bend the knee.

In great com­pass­ion for the weak

He ev­er will main­tain their right

Will help the poor and save the meek;

Their lives are pre­cious in His sight.