The LORDE is kynge, and hath put on glorious apparell, the LORDE hath put on his apparell, & gyrded himself with stregth:

he hath made the rounde worlde so sure, that it can not be moued.

From that tyme forth hath yi seate bene prepared, thou art from euerlastinge.

The floudes aryse (o LORDE) the floudes lift vp their noyse, ye floudes lift vp their wawes.

The wawes of the see are mightie, & rage horribly: but yet the LORDE that dwelleth on hye, is mightier. Thy testimonies (o LORDE) are very sure, holynesse becommeth thyne house for euer.