Hymns for Times of Trouble, for the Year 1745, 14

The Lord is King, ye saints rejoice,
And ceaseless Hallelujahs sing!
The angry floods lift up their voice
In vain, for lo! the Lord is King.

All ocean's waves may swell and roar,
They cannot break their sandy chain;
Supreme in majesty and power
Jehovah shall for ever reign.

Though war's devouring surges rise,
Beyond their bounds they cannot go;
Jehovah sits above the skies,
And rules the' embattled hosts below.

The counsels vain of earthly kings
He blasts and baffles at His will,
All their designs to naught He brings,
And bids the madding world be still.

Tis God who bids contentions cease,
And makes the flames of war expire,
Destroys the cruel foes of peace,
And burns the weapons of His ire.

Wherefore to Him our souls we raise,
Our souls are in His mighty hand;
We dwell within His secret place,
We on the Rock of Ages stand.

Thou, Lord, shalt take Thy people's part,
Our lives beneath Thy shadow hide:
Head over all to us Thou art,
To us, who in Thy name confide.

Jesus, we trust in Thee alone:
The strength that in Thy name we have,
The love that still preserves Thine own,
Through all eternity shall save.