THE STORM
ByESTHER WIGLESWORTH.
Hark!hark! hark!Hark to the thunder’s roar,Hark how the maddened wavesBurst on the rock-girt shore!Lashed by the furious winds,Their foaming crests they rear,Rush on with mighty bound,Start back in shuddering fear.Hark to the rattling hail!Hark to the driving rain!The heavens, a blaze of light,Throb as in quiv’ring pain;All Nature seems to work,Unchecked, its own wild will,While man looks on in awe,And bird and beast are still.God on the whirlwind rides,The storm is ’neath His feet,He holds in His right handThe winds, His coursers fleet;They bear creation’s LordIn triumph on His way,And in their maddest raceHis slightest check obey.The lightning is His glance,His breath upheaves the sea,The thunder His dread voiceOf awful majesty;In Nature’s seeming warIts Maker walks abroad,And all its mighty powersAre servants of our God.
Hark!hark! hark!Hark to the thunder’s roar,Hark how the maddened wavesBurst on the rock-girt shore!Lashed by the furious winds,Their foaming crests they rear,Rush on with mighty bound,Start back in shuddering fear.Hark to the rattling hail!Hark to the driving rain!The heavens, a blaze of light,Throb as in quiv’ring pain;All Nature seems to work,Unchecked, its own wild will,While man looks on in awe,And bird and beast are still.God on the whirlwind rides,The storm is ’neath His feet,He holds in His right handThe winds, His coursers fleet;They bear creation’s LordIn triumph on His way,And in their maddest raceHis slightest check obey.The lightning is His glance,His breath upheaves the sea,The thunder His dread voiceOf awful majesty;In Nature’s seeming warIts Maker walks abroad,And all its mighty powersAre servants of our God.
Hark!hark! hark!Hark to the thunder’s roar,Hark how the maddened wavesBurst on the rock-girt shore!Lashed by the furious winds,Their foaming crests they rear,Rush on with mighty bound,Start back in shuddering fear.
Hark!hark! hark!
Hark to the thunder’s roar,
Hark how the maddened waves
Burst on the rock-girt shore!
Lashed by the furious winds,
Their foaming crests they rear,
Rush on with mighty bound,
Start back in shuddering fear.
Hark to the rattling hail!Hark to the driving rain!The heavens, a blaze of light,Throb as in quiv’ring pain;All Nature seems to work,Unchecked, its own wild will,While man looks on in awe,And bird and beast are still.
Hark to the rattling hail!
Hark to the driving rain!
The heavens, a blaze of light,
Throb as in quiv’ring pain;
All Nature seems to work,
Unchecked, its own wild will,
While man looks on in awe,
And bird and beast are still.
God on the whirlwind rides,The storm is ’neath His feet,He holds in His right handThe winds, His coursers fleet;They bear creation’s LordIn triumph on His way,And in their maddest raceHis slightest check obey.
God on the whirlwind rides,
The storm is ’neath His feet,
He holds in His right hand
The winds, His coursers fleet;
They bear creation’s Lord
In triumph on His way,
And in their maddest race
His slightest check obey.
The lightning is His glance,His breath upheaves the sea,The thunder His dread voiceOf awful majesty;In Nature’s seeming warIts Maker walks abroad,And all its mighty powersAre servants of our God.
The lightning is His glance,
His breath upheaves the sea,
The thunder His dread voice
Of awful majesty;
In Nature’s seeming war
Its Maker walks abroad,
And all its mighty powers
Are servants of our God.
THE COMING STORM.
THE COMING STORM.
THE COMING STORM.
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