Classic Poem

In the beauty of holiness worship the Lord;
Exalt him, ye nations, and bow to his word;
Ye mighty, his power and wisdom proclaim,
And give him the glory due unto his name.

It is He that we hear in the storm's wild commotion;
And the voice of the Lord is on the wide ocean:
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his voice,
While men in his temple adore and rejoice.

'T is the Lord in the deep rolling thunder we hear,
While the untrodden wilderness trembles with fear
O'er the high tossing billows unseen is his way;
Him the floods, and the flames, and the whirlwinds obey.

He spreads o'er his people the wings of his love,
And gives them the peace which descends from above;
Then give him the glory and praise evermore,
And join with all nature his name to adore.