Poems (Follen)/The Ninety-Third Psalm

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THE NINETY-THIRD PSALM.
The Lord—the Lord of glory, reigns,  In majesty arrayed: His power the universe sustains;  By Him it first was made.
Thou art from everlasting, Lord;  Forever fixed thy throne: All sprang from thy creative word:  Thou art the Holy One.
The mighty waves are rolling high;  The floods lift up their voice; They seem to meet the bending sky;  The roaring storms rejoice.
But thou, O Lord, art mightier far;  The tempests how to thee; Thy voice can still their raging war,  And smooth the troubled sea.
He, who can calm the stormy deep,  Will give his servants peace: His promises he 'll ever keep;  His mercies never cease.
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O, then, let all from sin depart,  And keep his sacred word; Let holiness make every heart  A temple for the Lord.
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