Psalm XCIII

The Lord, the God of glory reigns,
In robes of majesty array'd;
His rule omnipotence sustains,
And guides the worlds his hands have made.

Ere rolling worlds began to move,
Or ere the heavens were stretch'd abroad,
Thy awful throne was fix'd above;
From everlasting thou art God.

The swelling floods tumultuous rise,
Aloud the angry tempests roar,
Lift their proud billows to the skies.
And foam and lash the trembling shore.

The Lord, the mighty God, on high,
Controuls the fiercely raging seas;
He speaks! and noise and tempest fly,
The waves sink down in gentle peace.

Thy sovereign laws are ever sure,
Eternal holiness is thine;
And, Lord, thy people should be pure,
And in thy blest resemblance shine.