Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power;
Ascribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.
The Lord proclaims his power aloud
Through every ocean, every land;
His voice divides the watery cloud,
And lightnings blaze at His command.
He speaks, and tempest, hail and wind,
Lay the wide forest bare around;
The fearful hart and frighted hind,
Leap at the terror of the sound.
To Lebanon He turns His voice,
And lo, the stately cedars break;
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The valleys roar, the desert quake.
The Lord sits sovereign on the flood,
The Thunderer reigns for ever king;
But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his awful glories sing.
In gentler language, there the Lord
The counsel of His grace imparts;
Amidst the raging storm, His word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.
~Taken from the Twenty-Ninth Psalm of God's Holy Word ~ The Bible
 
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