Great Ruler of All Nature’s Frame

Great Rul­er of all na­ture’s frame

We own Thy pow­er di­vine:

We hear Thy breath in ev­ery storm

For all the winds are Thine.

Wide as they sweep their sound­ing way

They work Thy sov­er­eign will;

And awed by Thy ma­jes­tic voice

Confusion shall be still.

Thy mer­cy tem­pers ev­ery blast

To them who seek Thy face;

And min­gles with the tem­pest’s roar

The whis­pers of Thy grace.

Those gen­tle whis­pers let me hear

Till all the tu­mult cease

And gales of para­dise shall lull

My wea­ry soul to peace.