Greatness of God

1 The high­est heav­ens, the bright­est sun,
Are but faint em­blems of their Lord;
He is the great, the migh­ty One,
Strong is His arm, and true His word.

2 On earth what can with Him com­pare?
Princes from Him de­rive their pow­er;
Riches but sor­did tri­fles are,
And beau­ty but a fad­ing flow­er.

3 He formed the stars, those glit­ter­ing orbs,
Which move and shine at His com­mand;
He made the bois­ter­ous sea, and curbs
Its rag­ing bil­lows with His hand.

4 His aw­ful thun­der shakes the skies,
The dus­ky clouds He makes His throne;
With fear­ful speed His light­ning flies,
And storms of hail come ratt­ling down.

5 The blus­ter­ing winds His will ob­ey,
All na­ture trem­bles at His nod;
He gov­erns with re­sist­less sway,
And spreads His ter­rors all abroad.


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16263

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