1 In reading the words of God’s prophet,
This wonderful story we meet,
The Lord hath His way in the whirlwind,
The clouds are the dust of His feet.

Refrain:
The clouds are the dust of His feet,
The clouds are the dust of His feet;
The Lord hath His way in the whirlwind,
The clouds are the dust of His feet.

2 What must be His heavenly glory
In all of its fullness complete,
When clothed in their bright golden splendor,
The clouds are the dust of His feet. [Refrain]

3 The dark and the threatening storm clouds,
Bring rest from our thirsting and heat;
So showers of heavenly blessing
God sends from the dust of His feet. [Refrain]

4 When tempests of life beat against us,
This heart cheering thought is most sweet;
We surely are close to the Father,
Since clouds are the dust of His feet. [Refrain]