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X. GOD IN THE STORM.
A tempest rent the starry dome,
And tortured ocean into foam.
Bending to earth my humbled head,
In solemn and religious dread,
And kneeling on the sod,
I heard a voice proclaim aloud,
Whose echoes sprang from cloud to cloud,
“Great is the Lord our God!”
And tortured ocean into foam.
Bending to earth my humbled head,
In solemn and religious dread,
And kneeling on the sod,
I heard a voice proclaim aloud,
Whose echoes sprang from cloud to cloud,
“Great is the Lord our God!”
And ocean swell'd its waters vast,
Repeating, as it roar'd
In chorus with the furious blast,
“Oh, mighty is the Lord!”
While the fierce lightning, flashing high,
Traced the dread accents on the sky,
Writing, as with a fiery rod,
“Oh, mighty is the Lord our God!”
Repeating, as it roar'd
In chorus with the furious blast,
“Oh, mighty is the Lord!”
While the fierce lightning, flashing high,
Traced the dread accents on the sky,
Writing, as with a fiery rod,
“Oh, mighty is the Lord our God!”
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