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A noble theme inspires my heart
with verses for the king;
My tongue's a skilful writer's pen,
composing lines to sing.
You far excel the best of men;
your lips are full of grace,
For God has blessed you evermore;
his light shines on your face.
O mighty one, take up your sword
and bind it on your thigh;
With glorious splendour clothe yourself
and with your majesty.
Ride forth in state victoriously
for meekness, truth and right;
Let your right hand display your deeds
of awesome power and might.
Let your sharp arrows pierce the hearts
of those who hate the king;
And all the nations of the earth
into subjection bring.
Your royal throne, O God, will last
throughout eternity;
Your kingdom's sceptre will be one
of truth and equity.
Sing Psalms © The Psalmody Committee of the Free Church of Scotland.
Used with permission.
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