The God of Thunder

O the im­mense

th’a­maz­ing height

The bound­less gran­deur of our God

Who treads the worlds be­neath His feet

And sways the na­tions with His nod!

He speaks

and lo! all na­ture shakes

Heav’n’s ev­er­last­ing pil­lars bow;

He rends the clouds with hi­de­ous cracks

And shoots His fie­ry ar­rows through.

Well

let the na­tions start and fly

From light­ning’s blaz­ing

hor­rid glare;

Atheists and em­per­ors shrink and die

When flame and noise tor­ment the air.

Let noise and flame con­found the skies

And drown the spa­cious realms be­low

Yet will we sing the Thun­der­er’s praise

And send our loud ho­san­nas through.

Celestial King

Thy blaz­ing pow­er

Kindles our hearts to flam­ing joys;

We shout to hear Thy thun­ders roar

And ec­ho to our Fa­ther’s voice.

Thus shall the God our Sav­ior come

And light­nings round His cha­ri­ot play;

Ye light­nings

fly to make Him room

Ye glo­ri­ous storms

pre­pare His way.