Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame

Verse 1

Give to the LORD, ye sons of fame, give to the LORD renown and pow'r; ascribe due honors to His name, and His eternal might adore.

Verse 2

The LORD proclaims His pow'r aloud o'er the vast ocean and the land; His voice divides the wat'ry cloud, and lightnings blaze at His command.

Verse 3

He speaks, and howling tempests rise, and lay the forest bare around: the fiercest beast, with piteous cries, confess the terror of the sound.

Verse 4

His thunders rend the vaulted skies, and palaces and temples shake. The mountains tremble at the noise, the valleys roar, the deserts quake.

Verse 5

The LORD sits sov'reign o'er the flood; the Thund’rer reigns forever King; but makes His temple His abode, where we His awful glories sing.

Verse 6

We see no terrors in His name, but in our God a Father find. The voice that shakes all nature's frame, speaks comfort to the pious mind.