1 Give glory to God in the highest, give praise
Ye noble, ye mighty, with joyful accord,
All wise are his counsels, all perfect his ways,
In the beauty of holiness, worship the Lord.
The voice of the Lord on the ocean is known,
The God of eternity thunders abroad;
The voice of the Lord from the depth of his throne,
Is terror and power--all nature is awed.

2 At the voice of the Lord the tall cedars are bowed,
And towers from their base into ruin are hurled,
The voice of the Lord, from the dark bosomed cloud
Dissevers the lightning in flames o'er the world.
The voice of the Lord thro' the calm of the wood,
Awakens its echoes, strikes light thro' its caves,
The Lord sitteth King on the turbulent flood,
The winds are his servants--his servants the waves.

3 Give glory to God in the highest, give praise
Ye noble, ye mighty, with joyful accord,
All wise are his counsels, all perfect his ways,
In the beauty of holiness, worship the Lord.
The Lord is the strength of his people; the Lord
Gives health to his chosen, and peace evermore;
Then throng to his temple, his glory record;
But, oh, when he speaketh, in silence adore.