God, the Lord, a King re­main­eth,
Robed in His own glo­ri­ous light;
God hath robed Him and He reign­eth;
He hath gird­ed Him with might.
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
God is King in depth and height.

In her ev­er­last­ing sta­tion
Earth is poised, to swerve no more:
Thou hast laid Thy throne’s foun­da­tion
From all time where thought can soar.
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
Lord, Thou art for­ev­er­more.

Lord, the wa­ter floods have lift­ed,
Ocean floods have lift their roar;
Now they pause where they have drift­ed,
Now they burst up­on the shore.
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
For the ocean’s sound­ing store.

With all tones of wa­ters blend­ing,
Glorious is the break­ing deep;
Glorious, beau­te­ous with­out end­ing,
God who reigns on Heav’ns high steep.
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
Songs of ocean ne­ver sleep.

Lord, the words Thy lips are tell­ing
Are the per­fect ve­ri­ty:
Of Thine high eter­nal dwell­ing
Holiness shall in­mate be.
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
Pure is all that lives with Thee.