Alone against the storm-wrecked sky she stands; 
her untired arm lifts up her light to greet 
the lightning flashing from on high, though to 
admonish or illuminate is in 
the beholder’s eye; her face is streaming, 
rivets making rivulets to multiply 
and fall, but for whom would she choose to cry 
if her eyes could see the huddled masses 
taking shelter from her skirts? Mother of 
Exiles, far from her own native shore, she 
ploughed the ocean to plant here Liberty, 
and should the lightning strike just right the seas 
would seethe and drown out our timidity. 

Psalm 93    Dominus regnavit (Book of Common Prayer translation)

The LORD is King; he has put on splendid apparel; *
 the LORD has put on his apparel and girded himself with strength.
He has made the whole world so sure * that it cannot be moved;
Ever since the world began, your throne has been established; *
you are from everlasting.
The waters have lifted up, O LORD, the waters have lifted up their voice; *
 the waters have lifted up their pounding waves.
Mightier than the sound of many waters, mightier than the breakers of the sea, *
mightier is the LORD who dwells on high.
Your testimonies are very sure, *
and holiness adorns your house, O LORD, for ever and for evermore.

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