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.