God, the Lord, a King Remaineth
God, the Lord, a King re-main-eth,
Robed in His own glo-rious light;
God hath robed Him and He reign-eth;
He hath gird-ed Him with might.
Al-le-lu-ia! Al-le-lu-ia!
God is King is depth and height.
In her ev-er-last-ing sta-tion
Earth is poised, to swerve no more:
Thou hast laid Thy throne's foun-da-tion
From all time where thought can soar.
Al-le-lu-ia! Al-le-lu-ia!
Lord, Thou art for-ev-er-more.
Lord, the wa-ter-floods have lift-ed,
O-cean floods have lift their roar;
Now they pause where they have drift-ed,
Now they burst up-on the shore.
Al-le-lu-ia! Al-le-lu-ia!
For the o-cean's sound-ing store.
With all tones of wa-ters blend-ing,
Glo-rious is the break-ing deep;
Glo-rious, beau-teous with-out end-ing,
God who reigns on heaven's high steep.
Al-le-lu-ia! Al-le-lu-ia!
Songs of o-cean nev-er sleep.
Lord, the words Thy lips are tell-ing
Are the per-fect ver-i-ty:
Of Thine high e-ter-nal dwell-ing,
Ho-li-ness shall in-mate be.
Al-le-lu-ia! Al-le-lu-ia!
Pure is all that lives with Thee.