H. K. White
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.
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
Ye 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 sons of earth, in reverence bend;
Ye nations, wait His nod;
And let unceasing praise ascend
In honor of our God.