With Glory Clad, with Strength Arrayed

With glo­ry clad

with strength ar­rayed

The Lord

that o’er all na­ture reigns

The world’s foun­da­tions strong­ly laid

And its vast fab­ric still sus­tains.

How sure­ly stab­lished is Thy throne

Which shall no change or pe­ri­od see!

For Thou

O Lord

and Thou alone

Art God from all eter­ni­ty.

The floods

O Lord

lift up their voice

And toss the trou­bled waves on high;

But God above can still their noise

And make the an­gry sea com­ply.

Thy pro­mise

Lord

is ev­er sure

And they that in Thy house would dwell

That hap­py sta­tion to se­cure

Must still in ho­li­ness ex­cel.