The Lord Jehovah reigns
And royal state maintains;
His head with awful glories crowned;
Arrayed in robes of light,
Begirt with sov’reign might,
And rays of majesty around.

Upheld by Thy commands,
The world securely stands,
And skies and stars obey Thy word:
Thy throne was fixed on high
Before the starry sky:
Eternal is Thy kindom, Lord.

In vain the noisy crowd,
Like billows fierce and loud,
Against Thine empire rage and roar;
In vain with angry spite
The surly nations fight,
And dash like waves against the shore.

Let floods and nations rage,
And all their pow’rs engage;
Let swelling tides assault the sky:
The terrors of Thy frown
Shall beat their madness down:
Thy throne forever stands on high.

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