Clothed with state, and girt with might,
Monarch-like Jehovah reigns,
He who earth's foundation pight — Pight at first, and yet sustains;
He whose stable throne
Motions shock and age's flight;
He who endless one
One, the same, in changeless plight.
Rivers, — yea though the rivers roar,
Roaring though sea-billows rise,
Vex the deep, and break the shore, —Stronger art thou,
Lord of skies!
Firm and true thy promise
Now and still as heretofore:
Holy worship never
In thy house where we adore.
