Storm and thunder. <br /> <br />Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame, <br />Give to {he Lord renown and power, <br />Ascribe due honors to his name, <br />And his eternal might adore. <br /> <br />The Lord proclaims his power aloud <br />Over the ocean and the land; <br />His voice divides the wat'ry cloud, <br />And lightnings blaze at his command. <br /> <br />He speaks, and tempest, hail, and wind, <br />Lay the wide forest bare around: <br />The fearful hart and frighted hind <br />Leap at the terror of the sound. <br /> <br />To Lebanon he turns his voice, <br />And lo, the stately cedars break; <br />The mountains tremble at the noise, <br />The valleys roar, the deserts quake. <br /> <br />The Lord sits sovereign on the flood, <br />The Thund'rer reigns for ever king; <br />But makes his church his blest abode, <br />Where we his awful glories sing. <br /> <br />In gentler language there, the Lord <br />The counsels of his grace imparts; <br />Amidst the raging storm, his word <br />Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-29/