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The Psalms of David · Psalm 93

The Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high; His robes of state are strength and majesty: This wide creation rose at his command, Built by his word and 'stablished by his hand: Long stood his throne ere he began creation, And his own Godhead is the firm foundation.

God is th' eternal King: thy foes in vain Raise their rebellions to confound thy reign; In vain the storms, in vain the floods arise, And roar, and toss their waves against the skies: Foaming at heav'n, they rage with wild commotion, But heav'n's high arches scorn the swelling ocean.

Ye tempests, rage no more; ye floods, be still; And the mad world submissive to his will: Built on his truth, his church must ever stand; Firm are his promises, and strong his hand: See his own sons, when they appear before him, Bow at his footstool, and with fear adore him.