1 The God 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 'stablish'd by his hand.
Long stood his throne ere he began creation,
And his own godhead is the firm foundation.

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

3 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 foot-stool, and with fear adore him.