Great Is The Lord His Power Is Great


Great is the Lord, His power is great,
My tongue His mighty acts relate:
Adore and fear the sovereign Lord,
Who rules all nature by His word.

He speaks-the gathering clouds obey;
Thick darkness veils the face of day;
Swift lightnings burst the pitchy cloud,
And awful thunders roar aloud.

Roused at His call the winds awake,
And from their wings destruction shake;
With groans the bending woods resound,
And cast their honors to the ground.

On mounting waves the sailors rise,
They seem to touch the very skies;
Instant they plunge with dreadful hiss,
O’erwhelmed and lost in the abyss.

Well may poor mortals fear and quake,
His voice makes hills and mountains shake:
Far o’er the land the billows dash,
And cities fall with hideous crash.

He speaks-the winds their fury cease,
The raging waves are hushed to peace,
Nature her calmest look puts on,
Well pleased the sudden night is gone.

Great is the Lord, His power is great,
My tongue His mighty acts relate:
Adore and fear the sovereign Lord,
Who rules all nature by His word.