God, the Lord, a king remaineth,
Robed in his own glorious light;
God hath robed him, and he reigneth;
He hath girded him with might.
God is King in depth and height.
In her everlasting station
Earth is poised, to swerve no more:
Thou hast laid thy throne's foundation
From all time where thought can soar.
Lord, thou art for evermore.
Lord, the waterfloods have lifted,
Ocean floods have lift their roar;
Now they pause where they have drifted,
Now they burst upon the shore.
For the ocean's sounding store.
With all tones of waters blending,
Glorious is the breaking deep;
Glorious, beauteous without ending,
God who reigns on heav'n's high steep.
Songs of ocean never sleep.
Lord, the words thy lips are telling
Are the perfect verity:
Of thine high eternal dwelling
Holiness shall inmate be.
Pure is all that lives with thee.