Scripture Verse

The Lord hath His way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of His feet. Nahum 1:3


William Tans’ur (1700–1783)

Words: Phi­lip Dodd­ridge (1702–1751). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Found­ed on Va­ri­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­tures, by Job Or­ton (Shrop­shire, Eng­land: Jo­shua Ed­dowes & John Cot­ton, 1755), num­ber 92: The di­vine good­ness in mod­er­at­ing af­flic­tions.

Music: St. Mar­tin’s Will­iam Tan­s’ur, 1735 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

Philip Doddridge (1702–1751)


Great Rul­er of all na­ture’s frame,
We own Thy pow­er di­vine:
We hear Thy breath in ev­ery storm,
For all the winds are Thine.

Wide as they sweep their sound­ing way,
They work Thy so­­ will;
And awed by Thy ma­jes­tic voice,
Confusion shall be still.

Thy mer­cy tem­pers ev­ery blast
To them who seek Thy face;
And min­gles with the tem­pest’s roar,
The whis­pers of Thy grace.

Those gen­tle whis­pers let me hear,
Till all the tu­mult cease,
And gales of pa­ra­dise shall lull
My wea­ry soul to peace.