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 forevermore.
Lord, the water floods 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’ns 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.