1 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and pow'r;
Ascribe due honours to His name,
And his eternal might adore.

2 The Lord proclaims His pow'r aloud
O'er the ocean and the land;
His voice divides the wat'ry cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.

3 He speaks, and howling tempests rise,
And lay the forest bare around;
the fiercest beasts, with piteous cries,
Confess the terror of the sound.

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

5. The Lord sits sov'reign o'er the flood;
The Thund’rer reigns for ever King;
But makes his church His blest abode,
Where we His awful glories sing.

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.