The Lord is King: upon His throne

Verse 1

The Lord is King:--upon His throne, He sits in garments glorious: Or girds for war His armour on, In every field victorious: The world came forth at his command; Built on His word its pillars stand; They never can be shaken.

Verse 2

The Lord was King ere time began, His reign is everlasting: When high the floods in tumult ran, Their foam to heaven up-casting, He made the raging waves His path; The sea is mighty in its wrath, But God on high is mightier.

Verse 3

Thy testimonies, Lord, are sure; Thy realm fears no commotion; Firm as the earth, whose shores endure The eternal toil of ocean: And Thou with perfect peace wilt bless Thy faithful flock;--for holiness Becomes Thine house for ever.