1. The Lord our God is full of 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 car,
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.
H. K. WHITE.
Henry Ward Beecher, Plymouth Collection of Hymns and Tunes for the Use of Christian Congregations, (New York: A. S. Barnes & Company, 1859), 39.
1. The Lord our God is full of 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 car,
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.
H. K. WHITE.
Henry Ward Beecher, Plymouth Collection of Hymns and Tunes for the Use of Christian Congregations, (New York: A. S. Barnes & Company, 1859), 39.
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