The Choir and The Oratory | ||
“THE LORD ON HIGH IS MIGHTIER THAN THE NOISE OF MANY WATERS.”
The Eternal reigns: His vesture is the light;
His robes are majesty, His cincture, might.
The universe, the fabric of His hands,
On the firm base of his appointment stands.
But older far than Time itself Thy throne,
Thou from eternity hast reigned alone.
His robes are majesty, His cincture, might.
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On the firm base of his appointment stands.
But older far than Time itself Thy throne,
Thou from eternity hast reigned alone.
How terrible, when storms arise,
Is Ocean's dread uproar,
Swelling in mountains to the skies,
And warring with the shore!
O Thou Most High for evermore!
What is the Ocean's might to Thine, whose sway
The angry waves confess, and raging winds obey!
Is Ocean's dread uproar,
Swelling in mountains to the skies,
And warring with the shore!
O Thou Most High for evermore!
What is the Ocean's might to Thine, whose sway
The angry waves confess, and raging winds obey!
Sealed by that Power divine,
Thy covenant, O God, is sure;
Thy truth for ever shall endure;
Thy Church, arrayed in lustre pure,
Shall to Thy glory, Lord, through endless ages shine.
Thy covenant, O God, is sure;
Thy truth for ever shall endure;
Thy Church, arrayed in lustre pure,
Shall to Thy glory, Lord, through endless ages shine.
The Choir and The Oratory | ||