Give to the Lord, Ye Sons of Fam
Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord re-nown and power.
A-scribe due hon-ours to His Name,
And His e-ter-nal might a-dore.
The Lord pro-claims His power a-loud
O-ver the o-cean and the land;
His voice di-vides the wat-ry cloud,
And light-nings blaze at His com-mand.
He speaks, and tem-pest, hail, and wind,
Lay the wide for-est bare a-round;
The fear-ful hart, and fright-ful hind,
Leap at the ter-ror of the sound.
To Leb-a-non He turns His voice,
And lo, the state-ly ce-dars break;
The moun-tains trem-ble at the noise,
The val-leys roar, the des-erts quake.
The Lord sits sov-ereign on the flood,
The Mak-er reigns for-ev-er King;
But makes His saints His blest a-bode,
Where we His awe-some glo-ries sing.
In gent-ler lan-guage there the Lord
The coun-sels of His grace im-parts;
A-midst the rag-ing storm His Word
Speaks peace and cou-rage to our hearts.