1 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and pow'r;
Ascribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.
2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud,
O'er the vast ocean and the land;
His voice divides the wat'ry cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
3 He speaks, and howling tempests rise,
And lay the forest bare around:
The fiercest beasts, with piteous cries,
Confess the terror of the sound.
4 His thunders rend the vaulted skies,
And palaces and temples shake.
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The valleys roar, the deserts quake.
5 The Lord sits sov'reign o'er the flood;
The Thund'rer reigns for ever King;
But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his awful glories sing.
6 We see no terrors in his name,
But in our God a Father find.
The voice, that shakes all nature's frame,
Speaks comfort to the pious mind.
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First Line: | Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Being and Perfections of God; God almighty |
Notes: | Public Domain. |