God, our Lord, a King remaining,
robed in majesty and light;
you have robed yourself, and reigning,
clothe yourself with power and might,
God our King in depth and height.
In its everlasting station
earth is poised, to swerve no more;
you have laid your throne's foundation
from all time where thought can soar.
Lord, you are forevermore.
With all tones of waters blending,
glorious is the breaking deep;
glorious, beauteous, without ending,
God, who reigns on heaven's high steep.
Songs of ocean never sleep.
Lord, the words your lips are telling
are the perfect and the true.
In your high eternal dwelling,
holiness shall live with you.
Lord, your word is ever true.