1 The Lord--how fearful is his name!
How wide is his command!
Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand.
2 Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe;
While with a smile, or with a frown,
He manages the globe.
3 A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them, as he please.
4 On angels, with unveiled face,
His glory beams above;
On men he looks with softest grace,
And takes his title, Love.
5 Now let the Lord forever reign,
And sway us as he will;
Sick or in health, in ease or pain,
We are his children still.
6 No more shall peevish passion rise,
The tongue no more complain;
'Tis sovereign love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #51