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.