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1 Great Ruler of all nature's frame,
We own thy pow'r divine;
We hear thy breath in ev'ry storm,
For all the winds are thine.
2 Wide as thy sweep their sounding way,
They work thy sov'reign will;
And, aw'd by thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.
3 Thy mercy tempers ev'ry blast
To those who seek thy face;
And mingles, with the tempest's roar,
The whispers of thy grace.
4 Let me those gentle whispers hear,
Till all the tumults cease;
Sleep in thine arms, and wake in realms
Of everlasting peace!
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Great Ruler of all nature's frame |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1814 |
| Topic: | The Troubles of Life |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |
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