Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.
4 His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwind to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.
5 Ye nations bend--in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate your God.