Jehovah reigns, He dwells in light,
Girded with majesty and might;
The world, created by His hands,
Still on its firm foundation stands.
But ere this spacious world was made,
Or had its first foundations laid,
His throne eternal ages stood,
Himself the everliving God.
Like floods the angry nations rise,
And aim their rage against the skies;
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high;
At His rebuke the billows die.
For ever shall His throne endure;
His promise stand for ever sure;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwelling of His grace.