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.