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.
Source: Sacred Poems and Hymns #41