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.