The Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high;

His robes of state are strength and majesty:

This wide creation rose at his command,

Built by his word and 'stablished by his hand:

Long stood his throne ere he began creation,

And his own Godhead is the firm foundation.

God is th' eternal King: thy foes in vain

Raise their rebellions to confound thy reign;

In vain the storms, in vain the floods arise,

And roar, and toss their waves against the skies:

Foaming at heav'n, they rage with wild commotion,

But heav'n's high arches scorn the swelling ocean.

Ye tempests, rage no more; ye floods, be still;

And the mad world submissive to his will:

Built on his truth, his church must ever stand;

Firm are his promises, and strong his hand:

See his own sons, when they appear before him,

Bow at his footstool, and with fear adore him.