Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney
Clothed with state, and girt with might,
Monarch-like Jehovah reigns,
He who earth's foundation pight -
Pight at first, and yet sustains;
He whose stable throne disdains
Motions shock and age's flight;
He who endless one remains
One, the same, in changeless plight.
Rivers, - yea though the rivers roar,
Roaring though sea-billows rise,
Vex the deep, and break the shore,
Stronger art thou, Lord of skies!
Firm and true thy promise lies
Now and still as heretofore:
Holy worship never dies
In thy house where we adore.