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

Upheld by Thy com­mands
The world se­cure­ly stands;
And skies and stars obey Thy word:
Thy throne is fixed on high
Before the star­ry sky;
Eternal is Thy king­dom, 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 up­on the shore.

Let floods and na­tions rage,
And all their pow­ers en­gage,
Let swell­ing tides as­sault the sky,
The ter­rors of Thy frown
Shall beat their mad­ness down:
Thy throne for ev­er stands on high.

Thy pro­mises are true,
Thy grace is ev­er new;
There fixed Thy Church shall ne’er re­move;
Thy saints with ho­ly fear
Shall in Thy courts ap­pear,
And sing Thine ev­er­last­ing love.