Jehovah reigns—He dwells in light,
Girded with ma­je­sty and might;
The world, cre­at­ed by His hands
Still on its first foun­da­tion stands.

But ere this spa­cious world was made,
Or had its first foun­da­tions laid,
Thy throne eter­nal ag­es stood,
Thyself the ev­er liv­ing God.

Like floods, the an­gry na­tions rise,
And aim their rage against the skies;
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high!
At Thy re­buke the bil­lows die.

For ev­er shall Thy throne en­dure;
Thy pro­mise stands for ev­er sure;
And ev­er­last­ing ho­li­ness
Becomes the dwell­ings of Thy grace.