He whose stable throne disdains
Motion’s shock, and ages’ flight:
He who endless One remains,
One the same in changeless plight.
Rivers, yea, though 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: