STANZA 1
Give to the LORD, ye sons of fame,
give to the LORD renown and pow’r;
ascribe due honors to His name,
and His eternal might adore.

STANZA 2
The LORD proclaims His pow’r aloud
o’er the vast ocean and the land;
His voice divides the wat’ry cloud,
and lightnings blaze at His command.

STANZA 3
He speaks, and howling tempests rise,
and lay the forest bare around:
the fiercest beast, with piteous cries,
confess the terror of the sound.

STANZA 4
His thunders rend the vaulted skies,
and palaces and temples shake.
The mountains tremble at the noise,
the valleys roar, the deserts quake.

STANZA 5
The LORD sits sov’reign o’er the flood;
the Thund’rer reigns forever King;
but makes His temple His abode,
where we His awful glories sing.

STANZA 6
We see no terrors in His name,
but in our God a Father find.
The voice that shakes all nature’s frame,
speaks comfort to the pious mind.

—Isaac Watts, 1719