THE NINETY-THIRD PSALM.
The Lord—the Lord of glory, reigns,
In majesty arrayed:
His power the universe sustains;
By Him it first was made.
In majesty arrayed:
His power the universe sustains;
By Him it first was made.
Thou art from everlasting, Lord;
Forever fixed thy throne:
All sprang from thy creative word:
Thou art the Holy One.
Forever fixed thy throne:
All sprang from thy creative word:
Thou art the Holy One.
The mighty waves are rolling high;
The floods lift up their voice;
They seem to meet the bending sky;
The roaring storms rejoice.
The floods lift up their voice;
They seem to meet the bending sky;
The roaring storms rejoice.
But thou, O Lord, art mightier far;
The tempests how to thee;
Thy voice can still their raging war,
And smooth the troubled sea.
The tempests how to thee;
Thy voice can still their raging war,
And smooth the troubled sea.
He, who can calm the stormy deep,
Will give his servants peace:
His promises he 'll ever keep;
His mercies never cease.
Will give his servants peace:
His promises he 'll ever keep;
His mercies never cease.
