You come across in Your splendor and majesty,
With mighty and sovereign Hands.
Might I begin to doubt who You are,
The skies testify to Your creations.

Since the birth of man have You remained steadfast,
Never changing faces or turning against promises.
Every moment You will always be faithful,
Chance has no power in view of You.

My King, faithful beyond the stars shining,
Sun and moon are not worthy of dependence.
The ground underneath my feet will crumble,
Faithful these, compared to You, are not.