Who noise of seas, noise of their waves, and people's tumult, stills.
Ev'n in the raging of the sea thou over it dost reign; And when the waves thereof do swell, thou stillest them again.
The storm is chang'd into a calm at his command and will; So that the waves, which rag'd before, now quiet are and still.
Surely the very wrath of man unto thy praise redounds: Thou to the remnant of his wrath wilt set restraining bounds.
Do not forget the voice of those that are thine enemies: Of those the tumult ever grows that do against thee rise.
The Lord doth reign, and cloth'd is he with majesty most bright; His works do shew him cloth'd to be, and girt about with might. The world is also stablished, that it cannot depart.