HYMN VIII. The GOD of Thunder

O The immense! th' amazing Height! The boundless Grandeur of a GOD! Who treads the Worlds beneath his Feet! And sways the Nations with his nod!

He speaks! and lo, all Nature shakes; Heaven's everlasting Pillows bow; He rends the Clouds with hideous Cracks, And shoots his fiery Arrows through.

Well, let the Nations start and fly At the blue Lightning's horrid glare; Atheists and Emperors shrink and die, When Flame and Noise torment the Air.

Let Noise and Flame confound the Skies, And drown the spacious Realms below, Yet will we sing the Thund'rer's Praise, And send our loud Hosannas through.

Caelestial King! thy blazing Pow'r Kindles our Hearts to flaming Joys! We shout to hear thy Thunder roar! And echo to our Father's Voice.

Thus shall the God our Saviour come, And Lightnings round his Chariots play, Ye Lightnings, sly to make him Room, Ye glorious Storms, prepare his Way!