1 O, God, your judgments give the King,
His Son your righteousness;
With right he shall your people judge,
Your poor with uprightness.
And then the mountains shall bring forth
To all the people peace;
The hills because of righteousness
Their blessing shall increase.
2 The people's poor ones he shall judge,
The needy's children bless;
And he will break in pieces those
Who would the poor oppress.
The just shall flourish in his days,
And prosper in his reign;
And while the moon endures he shall
Abundant peace maintain.
3 His large and great dominion shall
From sea to sea extend;
It from the River shall reach forth
To earth's remotest end.
Yea, kings shall all before him bow,
All nations shall obey;
He'll save the needy when he cries,
The poor who hath no stay.
4 Now blessed be the Lord our God,
The God of Israel,
For he alone doth wondrous works
In glory that excel.
And blessed be his glorious Name
To all eternity.
The whole earth let his glory fill;
Amen, so let it be.