A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#72

72. The Lord, how fearful is his name!

1 The Lord, how fearful is his name!
How wide is his command!
Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand.

2 Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe;
Whilst, with a smile or with a frown,
He manages the globe.

3 Adoring angels round him fall,
In all their shining forms,
His Sov'reign eye looks thro' them all,
And pities mortal worms.

4 His bowels to our worthless race
In sweet compassion move;
He clothes his looks with softest grace,
And takes his title, love.

5 Now, let the Lord for ever reign,
And sway us as he will,
Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain
We are his fav'rites still.

6 No more shall peevish passion rise;
The tongue no more complain;
'Tis Sov'reign Love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.

Text Information

• First Line: The Lord, how fearful is his name!
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Divine Providence and Government

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