O God, Thy judgments give the king,
His reigning son Thy righteousness;
He to Thy people right shall bring,
With justice shall Thy poor redress.
The heights shall bring prosperity,
The hills bring peace by righteousness;
He'll judge the poor, the wronged set free,
And crush the men who them oppress.
Till sun and moon no more are known
The shall Thee fear in ages all;
He'll come as rain on meadows mown
And showers upon the earth that fall.
The just shall flourish in his day;
While lasts the moon shall peace extend;
From sea to sea shall be his sway,
And from the River to earth's end.
