Psalm 93

Clothed with state, and girt with might,

Monarch-like Jehovah reigns,

He who earth's foundation pight —

Pight at first, and yet sustains;

He whose stable throne disdains

Motions shock and age's flight;

He who endless one remains

One, the same, in changeless plight.

Rivers, — yea though the rivers roar,

Roaring though sea-billows rise,

Vex the deep, and break the shore, —

Stronger art thou, Lord of skies!

Firm and true thy promise lies

Now and still as heretofore:

Holy worship never dies

In thy house where we adore.