The Lord Is King—Ye Saints, Rejoice

The Lord is king—ye saints

re­joice

And cease­less hal­le­lu­jahs sing!

The an­gry floods lift up their voice

In vain

for lo! the Lord is king.

All ocean’s waves may swell and roar

They can­not break their san­dy chain:

Supreme in ma­jes­ty and pow­er

Jehovah shall for ev­er reign.

Though war’s de­vour­ing surg­es rise

Beyond their bounds they can­not go

Jehovah sits ab­ove the skies

And rules th’em­bat­tled hosts be­low.

The coun­sels vain of earth­ly kings

He blasts and baf­fles at His will;

All their de­signs to naught He brings

And bids the mad­ding world be still.

’Tis God who bids con­ten­tion cease

And makes the flames of war ex­pire

Destroys the cru­el foes of peace

And burns the wea­pons of His ire.

Wherefore to Him our souls we raise

Our souls are in His migh­ty hand;

We dwell with­in His sec­ret place

We on the Rock of Ag­es stand.

Thou

Lord

shalt take Thy peo­ple’s part

Our lives be­neath Thy sha­dow hide:

Head ov­er all to us Thou art

To us who in Thy name con­fide.

Jesus

we trust in Thee alone:

The strength that in Thy name we have

The love that still pre­serves Thine own

Thro’ all eter­ni­ty shall save.