1 The Lord our God is clothed with might,
The winds obey His will;
He speaks, and, in His heavenly height,
The rolling sun stands still.
2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar;
The Lord uplifts His awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
3 Howl, winds of night, your force combine;
Without His high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
4 His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwind to His ear,
And sweeps the howling skies.
5 Ye nations, bend, in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait His nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate your God.
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First Line: | The Lord,our God is clothed with might |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | Miscellaneous |