1The Lord’s vibin’ hard, dripped in majesty; He’s flexin’ strength, and the world’s chillin’, can’t be shook.

2Your throne's been a thing forever; you’re eternal, no cap.

3The floods are wildin’, O Lord, they’re shoutin’ loud; the waves are poppin’ off.

4The Lord up high is way stronger than all that water noise, for real, even the big sea waves can’t compete.

5Your truths are straight fire; holiness is the vibe in your crib, O Lord, forever and always.

1The Lord reigneth, he is clothed with majesty; the Lord is clothed with strength, wherewith he hath girded himself: the world also is stablished, that it cannot be moved.

2Thy throne is established of old: thou art from everlasting.

3The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice; the floods lift up their waves.

4The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea, than the mighty waves of the sea.

5Thy testimonies are very sure: holiness becometh thine house, O Lord, for ever.