The Lord is King; — upon his throne
He sits in garments glorious;
Or girds for war his armour on,
In every field victorious;
The world came forth at his command;
Built on his word, its pillars stand;
They never can be shaken.

The Lord was King ere time began,
His reign is everlasting;
When high the floods in tumult ran,
Their foam to heaven up-casting,
He made the raging waves his path;
— The sea is mighty in its wrath,
But God on high is mightier.

Thy testimonies, Lord! are sure;
Thy realm fears no commotion,
Firm as the earth, whose shores endure
The' eternal toil of ocean:
And Thou with perfect peace wilt bless
Thy faithful flock; — for holiness
Becomes thine house for ever.