1 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 'stablish'd by his hand: Long stood his throne ere he began creation, And his own Godhead is the firm foundation.
2 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 heaven, they rage with wild commotion, But heaven's high arches scorn the swelling ocean.
3 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.