Lord, Thy judgments give to the king;
And to his son righteousness bring.
Shall he judge thy people rightly,
Also thy poor set free.
Mountains to thy people bring peace,
Little hills, by righteousness.
Despot breaking, children saving,
Justice for all will ring.
Thee they fear, while sun, moon, and stars
Pivot high and light from afar.
Like fresh rain upon the mown grass,
Thy peace endures, holds fast.
Sea to sea his kingdom shall reign,
Rivers forth to earth’s farthest end.
Exiles bowing, foes prostrating,
Dust to their tongues shall cling.
Kings of Tarshish presents will bring,
Kings of Sheba gifts for the King,
Fall, ye rulers. Serve, ye nations.
Nations to him shall come.