476t Effingham
The Lord proclaims His pow'r aloud Through ev'ry ocean, ev'ry land; His voice divides the wat'ry cloud, And lightnings blaze at His command. The Lord sits sov'reign on the flood, O'er earth He reigns forever King; But makes His church His blest abode, Where we His awful glories sing. In gentler language, there the Lord The counsel of His grace imparts; Amid the raging storm, His word Speaks peace and comfort to our hearts. |