Ev'n he it is that unto kings salvation doth send; Who his own servant David doth from hurtful sword defend.
He great deliv'rance gives his king: he mercy doth extend To David, his anointed one, and his seed without end.
O God the Lord, who art the strength of my salvation: A cov'ring in the day of war my head thou hast put on.
For thine own servant David's sake, do not deny thy grace; Nor of thine own anointed one turn thou away the face.
Unto the wicked man, O Lord, his wishes do not grant; Nor further thou his ill device, lest they themselves should vaunt.