Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power,
Ascribe due honors to His name,
And His eter­nal might adore.

The Lord proclaims His power aloud
Over the ocean and the land;
His voice divides the watery cloud,
And lightnings blaze at His command.

He speaks, and tempest, hail and wind,
Lay the wide forest bare around:
The fearful hart and frightened hind
Leap at the terror of the sound.

To Lebanon He turns His voice,
And lo, the stately cedars break;
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The valleys roar, the deserts quake.

The Lord sits sovereign on the flood,
The Thund’rer reigns for ever king;
But makes His Church His blest abode,
Where we His awful glories sing.

In gentler language there, the Lord,
The counsels of His grace imparts;
Amidst the raging storm, His Word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.