Adnodau Beiblaidd Poblogaidd o Psalms 93

Rhanna

The Lord wi’ majestie is cled, And He alane dis ring Owre a’ His warks, that He has made, Wi’ micht, as sets a King.

The trystins promis’d in Thy Word Can aye be lippen’d fair; Thy Hoose and holiness, O Lord, Are marrows ever mair.

But God, abune the fludes that bides, In poo’er excels them a’ — The roarin’ spates, the michty tides O’ sea, that rise and fa’.