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GOD IN THE THUNDER-STORM.
“The God of glory thundereth.”
—Psalm XXIX. 3.
—Psalm XXIX. 3.
When peals the thunder long and loud,
The Lord is speaking from the cloud:
Whilst they who know him not may fear,
His children love his voice so near.
And though it sound in noise and storm,
His love but takes a varied form;—
To give them purer vital breath,
“The God of glory thundereth!”
The Lord is speaking from the cloud:
Whilst they who know him not may fear,
His children love his voice so near.
And though it sound in noise and storm,
His love but takes a varied form;—
To give them purer vital breath,
“The God of glory thundereth!”
When lightnings flash from out the sky,
It is the Lord who passeth by,
With brightness from his holy throne
In gleamings on his raiment shown.
His splendor may the sinner awe;
But they who know and love his law
Recall his Word of Life, that saith,
“The God of glory thundereth.”
It is the Lord who passeth by,
With brightness from his holy throne
In gleamings on his raiment shown.
His splendor may the sinner awe;
But they who know and love his law
Recall his Word of Life, that saith,
“The God of glory thundereth.”
At last, when scenes of time shall end,
And Christ arrayed in power descend,
His voice will rend each silent tomb,
His lightning every eye relume!
His friends, in that august review,
Will shine with joy, his friends anew;
While, with the keys of life and death,
“The God of glory thundereth!”
And Christ arrayed in power descend,
His voice will rend each silent tomb,
His lightning every eye relume!
His friends, in that august review,
Will shine with joy, his friends anew;
While, with the keys of life and death,
“The God of glory thundereth!”
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