1.

The Lord th' eternal scepter rears,
And Nature's pow'r observant hears
Whate'er his Will enjoins:
His head with purest splendors crown'd,
With Majesty he vests him round,
And girds with strength his loins.

2.

Encircled by th' ethereal space,
And fix'd by Him on firmest base,
The Earth's vast Orb appears:
From earliest age, great God, thy Throne
Alost in Heav'n prepar'd has shone;
Nor numbers Time thy years.

3.

A scene of horror strikes my eyes;
The Floods, my God, the Floods arise,
And lift their voice on high:
What pow'r shall curb the headlong tide?
What bid the swelling waves subside,
And clear the stormy sky?

4.

Thee o'er all height exalted, Thee
The Deeps revere; at thy Decree
The Waves their rage resign:
Fix'd are the Laws by Thee ordain'd;
And Truth and Sanctity unstain'd
Adorn thy awful shrine.