Poems (Follen)/The Ninety-Third Psalm

by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

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.

O, then, let all from sin depart,
 And keep his sacred word;
Let holiness make every heart
 A temple for the Lord.