1 Great Ruler of all nature's frame,
We own thy pow'r divine;
We hear thy breath in ev'ry storm,
For all the winds are thine.

2 Wide as thy sweep their sounding way,
They work thy sov'reign will;
And, aw'd by thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.

3 Thy mercy tempers ev'ry blast
To those who seek thy face;
And mingles, with the tempest's roar,
The whispers of thy grace.

4 Let me those gentle whispers hear,
Till all the tumults cease;
Sleep in thine arms, and wake in realms
Of everlasting peace!