Saw Ye Not the Cloud Arise?

Saw ye not the cloud arise

Little as a hu­man hand?

Now it spreads along the skies

Hangs o’er all the thirs­ty land

Lo! the pro­mise of a flow­er

Drops al­rea­dy from ab­ove

But the Lord shall short­ly pour

All the spir­it of His love.

Sons of God

your Sav­ior praise

He a door hath op­ened wide

He hath given the word of grace

Jesu’s word is glo­ri­fied:

Jesu’s migh­ty to re­deem

He alone the work hath wrought

Worthy is the work of Him

Who all things to be­ing brought.

When He first the work be­gun

Small and fee­ble was His day

Now the word doth swift­ly run

Now it spreads its glo­ri­ous way;

More and more it shines and grows

Ever migh­ty to pre­vail;

Sin’s strong­holds it now o’er­throws

Shakes the trem­bling gates of hell.