Our God is great! and to his arm
I’ll trust my destiny;
For what in life or death can harm
The soul that leans on thee?
Thine arm supports the universe,
For by thy might alone
The blazing comets speed their course,
Revolving round thy throne.
They go and come at thy command
To do thy sovereign will;
Each one supported by thy hand,
Its mission to fulfill.
Through boundless space, ‘mid shining spheres,
Those wingless heralds fly;
Proclaiming through the lapse of years
That God still reigns on high.
And all those burning suns of night
That light the distant space,
Declare thy power infinite,
Thy wisdom and thy grace.
We try to scan those regions far
Till vision fades away,
And yet beyond the utmost star
Are plains of endless day.
And when we earthward turn our gaze,
With wonder and delight,
We marvel at the lightning’s blaze
And tremble at its might.
And yet, thy hand is in it all,
For there thy love is seen:
By it the rain is made to fall,
And earth is robed in green.
The cyclone on its path of death
That rises in an hour,
The fierce tornadoes’ wildest breath,
But faintly show thy power.
And though the laws are yet unknown
That guide them in their path,
They are the agents of thy throne
For mercy, or for wrath.
Thus I behold thy wondrous arm
And own thy works divine:
Then what in life or death can harm
So long as thou art mine?
(Callander Patterson)
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