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He raiseth the stormy wind.
Psalm 107:25.
Glory to thee, whose powerful word
Bids the tempestuous wind arise;
Glory to thee, the sovereign Lord
Of air and earth, and seas and skies.
2 Let air and earth and skies obey,
And seas thy awful will perform;
From them we learn to own thy sway,
And shout to meet the gathering storm.
3 What though the floods lift up their voice,
Thou hearest, Lord, our silent cry;
They can not damp thy children’s joys,
Or shake the soul, while God is nigh.
4 Roar on, ye waves! our souls defy
Your roaring to disturb their rest;
In vain to impair the calm ye try—
The calm in a believer’s breast.
C. Wesley.