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8 The Book of Praise.
The Lord Jehovah reigns
And royal state maintains, His head with awful glories crown'd;
Arrayed in robes of light,
Begirt with sovereign might, And rays of majesty around*
Upheld by Thy commands,
The world securely stands, And skies and stars obey Thy word :
Thy throne was fixed on high
Before the starry sky : Eternal is Thy kingdom, Lord.
In vain the noisy crowd,
Like billows fierce and loud, Against Thine empire rage and roar :
In vain, with angry spite,
The surly nations fight, And dash like waves against the shore.
Let floods and nations rage,
And all their powers engage ; Let swelling tides assault the sky:
The terrors of Thy frown
Shall beat their madness down : Thy throne for ever stands on high.
Thy promises are true,
Thy grace is ever new ; There fixed, Thy Church shall ne'er remove:
Thy saints with holy fear
Shall in Thy courts appear, And sing Thine everlasting love.
Isaac Watts. 1719.