C. M. H. K. White. In a Storm. |
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 Ye nations bend, in reverence bend; Ye monarchs, wait His nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate our God!
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