Deliver, Lord; and let the King us hear, when we do call.
Hear my loud cry, my King, my God; for I to thee will pray.
Thou art my King: for Jacob, Lord, deliv'rances command.
For certainly God is my King, ev'n from the times of old, Working in midst of all the earth salvation manifold.
Ye gates, lift up your heads on high; ye doors that last for aye, Be lifted up, that so the King of glory enter may.
I called have on thee, O God, because thou wilt me hear: That thou may'st hearken to my speech, to me incline thine ear.
Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; for thou my foes hast stroke All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth of wicked men hast broke.