A noble theme impels my heart to sing
1 A noble theme impels my heart to sing,
more swift my tongue than any writer's pen,
as I address my verses to the king:
O fairest far among the sons of men!
Your lips speak grace to everyone who hears;
so God will bless your reign for endless years.
2 Strap on your sword in glorious majesty,
ride forth to war, defending truth and right;
your mighty arm shall bring you victory,
and your right hand wreak havoc in the fight.
Your arrows pierce the hearts of rebel foes;
the peoples fall to your unerring blows.
3 Your throne, O God, shall stand for evermore:
your sceptre saves the upright and the true,
justice you love and wickedness abhor,
therefore has God, your God, anointed you
with oil of joy no other head may share:
your robes abound with aloes and with myrrh.
4 Musicians play, princesses throng your throne,
beside you stands your bride in gold adorned.
O daughter, hear: forget your father's home;
the king desires you, bow to him, your lord:
then other lands will favour you, his queen,
with honours, gifts and riches unforeseen.
5 Fair maidens wait, their princess to escort
in cloth of gold, the king himself to wed;
with joyful heart she steps into his court:
leave kinsmen now, have royal sons instead!
With this my song shall generations praise
the glorious king through everlasting days.
Psalm 45, David G. Preston
© D.G. Preston/Jubilate Hymns
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