O God, to Thine Anointed King

O God

to Thine an­oint­ed king

Give truth and right­eous­ness;

Thy peo­ple He will just­ly judge

And give the poor re­dress.

Then ev­ery fruit­ful mount­ain­side

Shall yield its rich in­crease

And right­eous­ness in all the land

Shall bear the fruit of peace.

The poor man’s cause He will main­tain

The needy He will bless

And He will break the strength of those

Who would the poor op­press.

So men shall fear Thee while the sun

In dai­ly splen­dor glows

And through all ag­es

while the moon

On earth its light be­stows.

Like rain up­on the new­born grass

That falls re­fresh­ing­ly

Like gen­tle show­ers that cheer the earth

So shall His com­ing be.

The right­eous in His glo­ri­ous day

Shall flour­ish and in­crease

The earth

un­til the moon shall fade

Shall have ab­un­dant peace.