English Poetry. George Wither. The Lord Is King. Джордж Уидер.

The Lord Is King

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

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