THE Lord our God is Lord of all,
His station who can find?
I hear him in the waterfall!
I hear him in the wind!
If in the gloom of night I shroud,
His face I cannot fly;
I see him in the evening cloud,
And in the morning sky.
He lives, he reigns in every land,
From winter's polar snows
To where, across the burning sand,
The blasting meteor glows!
He smiles, we live; he frowns, we die;
We hang upon his word:-
He rears his red right arm on high,
And ruin bares the sword.
He bids his blasts the fields deform-
Then when his thunders cease,
Sits like an angel 'mid the storm,
And smiles the winds to peace!
Thy will be done-since 'tis thy glory's due,
Did from mine eyes the endless torrents flow;
Smite-it is time-though endless death ensue,
I bless the avenging hand that lays me low. But on what spot shall fall thine anger's flood, That has not first been drench'd in Christ's atoning blood?
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.
Rebel, ye waves-and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar !
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
Howl, winds of night! your force combine!
Without his high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;
'He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.
Ye nations, bend-in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate our God.
THE Lord our God is Lord of all,
His station who can find?
I hear him in the waterfall!
I hear him in the wind!
If in the gloom of night I shroud,
His face I cannot fly;
I see him in the evening cloud,
And in the morning sky.
He lives, he reigns in every land,
From winter's polar snows
To where, across the burning sand,
The blasting meteor glows!
He smiles, we live; he frowns, we die;
We hang upon his word:-
He rears his red right arm on high,
And ruin bares the sword.
He bids his blasts the fields deform-
Then when his thunders cease,
Sits like an angel 'mid the storm,
And smiles the winds to peace!
Thy will be done-since 'tis thy glory's due,
Did from mine eyes the endless torrents flow; Smite-it is time-though endless death ensue,
I bless the avenging hand that lays me low. But on what spot shall fall thine anger's flood, That has not first been drench'd in Christ's atoning blood?
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.
Rebel, ye waves-and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar!
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
Howl, winds of night! your force combine!
Without his high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;
'He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.
Ye nations, bend-in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate our God.
THE Lord our God is Lord of all,
His station who can find?
I hear him in the waterfall!
I hear him in the wind!
If in the gloom of night I shroud,
His face I cannot fly;
I see him in the evening cloud,
And in the morning sky.
He lives, he reigns in every land,
From winter's polar snows
To where, across the burning sand,
The blasting meteor glows!
He smiles, we live; he frowns, we die;
We hang upon his word :-
He rears his red right arm on high,
And ruin bares the sword.
He bids his blasts the fields deform-
Then when his thunders cease,
Sits like an angel 'mid the storm,
And smiles the winds to peace!
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