The Lord is King, and weareth <br />A robe of glory bright: <br />He clothed with strength appeareth, <br />And girt with powerful might. <br /> <br />The earth He hath so grounded <br />That moved it cannot be; <br />His throne long since was founded, <br />More old than time is He. <br /> <br />The waters highly flowed, <br />And raised their voice, O Lord; <br />The seas their fury showed, <br />And loud their billows roar'd. <br /> <br />But God in strength excelleth <br />Strong seas and powerful deeps; <br />With Him all pureness dwelleth, <br />And firm His truth He keeps.<br /><br />George Wither<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lord-is-king/
