With Songs and Honors Sounding Loud

With songs and hon­ors sound­ing loud

Address the Lord on high;

Over the heav’ns He spreads His cloud

And wa­ters veil the sky.

He sends His show­ers of bless­ing down

To cheer the plains be­low;

He makes the grass the mount­ains crown

And corn in val­leys grow.

He gives the graz­ing ox his meat

He hears the ra­ven’s cry;

But man

who tastes His fin­est wheat

Should raise His hon­ors high.

His stea­dy coun­sels change the face

Of the de­clin­ing year;

He bids the sun cut short his race

And win­try days ap­pear.

His hoa­ry frost

His flee­cy snow

Descend and clothe the ground;

The li­quid streams for­bear to flow

In icy fet­ters bound.

When from the dread­ful stores on high

He pours the rat­tling hail

The wretch that dares this God de­fy

Shall find his cour­age fail.

He sends His Word

and melts the snow

The fields no long­er mourn;

He calls the warm­er gales to blow

And bids the spring re­turn.

The chang­ing wind

the fly­ing cloud

Obey His migh­ty Word:

With songs and hon­ors sound­ing loud

Praise ye the sov­er­eign Lord.