The wind that brake the rocks, and rent
The mountains in its path;
The earthquake and the fire that went
Before the Lord in wrath,
Came not as spoilers to the prey,
But heralds to prepare His way.

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Himself the still small voice made known,
In all His power and grace;
So be to me his mercy shown,
Terror to love give place:
Than will I hide my face, and stay
To hear what God the Lord will say.