Your strength, God, is the king’s strength.Helped, he’s hollering Hosannas.You gave him exactly what he wanted;you didn’t hold back.You filled his arms with gifts;you gave him a right royal welcome.He wanted a good life; you gave it to him,and then made it a long life as a bonus.You lifted him high and bright as a cumulus cloud,then dressed him in rainbow colors.You pile blessings on him;you make him glad when you smile.Is it any wonder the king loves God?that he’s sticking with the Best?