1 Great Ruler of all nature's frame,
We own thy power divine:
We hear thy breath in every storm,
For all the winds are thine.
2 Wide as thy sweep their sounding way,
They work thy sovereign will;
And awed by thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.
3 Thy mercy tempers every blast
To them that seek thy face;
And mingles with the tempest's roar,
The whispers of thy grace.
4 those gentle whispers let me hear,
Till all the tumults cease;
And gales of paradise shall sooth
My weary soul to peace.
A New Selection of Hymns, 1812