God, the Lord, a King Remaineth

God

the Lord

a King re­main­eth

Robed in His own glo­ri­ous light;

God hath robed Him and He reign­eth;

He hath gird­ed Him with might.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

God is King in depth and height.

In her ev­er­last­ing sta­tion

Earth is poised

to swerve no more:

Thou hast laid Thy throne’s foun­da­tion

From all time where thought can soar.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

Lord

Thou art for­ev­er­more.

Lord

the wa­ter floods have lift­ed

Ocean floods have lift their roar;

Now they pause where they have drift­ed

Now they burst up­on the shore.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

For the ocean’s sound­ing store.

With all tones of wa­ters blend­ing

Glorious is the break­ing deep;

Glorious

beau­te­ous with­out end­ing

God who reigns on Heav’n’s high steep.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

Songs of ocean nev­er sleep.

Lord

the words Thy lips are tell­ing

Are the per­fect ve­ri­ty:

Of Thine high eter­nal dwell­ing

Holiness shall in­mate be.

Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!

Pure is all that lives with Thee.