Walking on the Wingèd Wind

Walking on the wing­èd wind

Fear be­fore Him

Death be­hind;

When the Lord came down in wrath

Clouds and dark­ness girt His path.

Thence abroad His ar­rows flew

Thick and fast they smote and slew;

We in dust and ash­es lay

None could help

but all could pray.

Fervent pray­er had pow­er with God

Caught the light­nings on its rod

Faith and hope

amidst our bands

Holding up its wea­ry hands.

Prayer pre­vailed amidst des­pair

God de­lights to honor pray­er;

Judgment laid its ter­rors by

Mercy beamed o’er earth and sky.

Now be sor­row turned to song

Let the bruis­èd reed grow strong

Smoking flax break forth and blaze

Prayer trans­form it­self to praise.

Let the liv­ing now re­cord

All the good­ness of the Lord;

Him let the re­deemed ad­ore

Go in peace

and sin no more.

Let the liv­ing now re­cord

All the good­ness of the Lord;

Him let the re­deemed ad­ore

Go in peace

and sin no more.