Majesty and Power

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.

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 whirlwind 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 your God.