THE Lord doth reign, and clothed is he with majesty most bright; His works do shew him clothed to be, and girt about with might. The world is also stablished, that it cannot depart. Thy throne is fixed of old, and thou from everlasting art. The floods, O Lord, have lifted up, they lifted up their voice; The floods have lifted up their waves and made a mighty noise. But yet the Lord, that is on high is more of might by far Than noise of many waters is, or great sea-billows are. Thy testimonies, every one, O COME, let us sing to the Lord; come, let us every one A joyful noise make to the Rock of our salvation. Let us before his presence come with praise and thankful voice; Let us sing psalms to him with grace, and make a joyful noise. For God, a great God, and great King above all gods he is. Depths of the earth are in his hand, the strength of hills is his. To him the spacious sea belongs, O come and let us worship him, And on our knees before the Lord our Maker let us fall. |