The Lord our God is full of might,

The winds obey His will;

He speaks, and in His heavenly height

The rolling sun stands still.

Rebel, ye waves! and o’er the land

With threatening aspect roar;

The Lord uplifts His awful hand,

And chains you to the shore.

Howl, winds of night! your force combine;

Without His high behest,

Ye shall not in the mountain pine

Disturb the sparrow’s nest.

Ye nations bend, in reverence bend;

Ye monarchs, wait His nod,

And bid the choral song ascend

To celebrate our God!