1 The King of Glory standeth
Beside the heart of sin;
His mighty voice commandeth
The raging waves within;
The floods of deepest anguish
Roll backward at His will,
As o'er the storm ariseth
His mandate, "Peace, be still."

2 At times, with sudden glory,
He speaks, and all is done;
Without one stroke of battle
The victory is won,
While we, with joy beholding,
Can scarce believe it true
That e'en our kingly Jesus
Can form such hearts anew.

3 O Christ, Thy love is mighty;
Long-suffering is Thy grace;
And glorious is the splendor
That beameth from Thy face.
Our hearts up-leap in gladness
When we behold that love,
As we go singing onward,
To dwell with Thee above.

Amen.