Give to the Lord, Ye Sons of Fame

Give to the Lord

ye sons of fame

Give to the Lord re­nown and pow­er

Ascribe due hon­ors to His name

And His eter­nal might adore.

The Lord pro­claims His pow­er aloud

Over the ocean and the 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 fright­ened 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 de­serts quake.

The Lord sits sov­er­eign on the flood

The Thun­d’rer reigns for ev­er king;

But makes His Church His blest abode

Where we His aw­ful glo­ries sing.

In gent­ler lang­uage there

the Lord

The coun­sels of His grace im­parts;

Amidst the rag­ing storm

His Word

Speaks peace and cour­age to our hearts.