’Tis God, Whose All Disposing Sway

’Tis God

whose all dis­pos­ing sway

The heav­ens

the earth

the seas

ob­ey;

Whose might through all ex­tent ex­tends

Sinks through all depths

all height trans­cends.

From earth’s low mar­gin to the skies

Who bids the preg­nant va­pors rise

The light­ning’s pal­lid sheet ex­pands

And glads with show­ers the fur­rowed lands.

Now from His store­house built on high

He gives th’im­pri­soned winds

to fly

And

guid­ed by His will

to sweep

The sur­face of the foam­ing deep.

By His re­sist­less stroke as­sailed

Her eld­est born proud Egypt wailed;

Nor raged His sword on man alone;

Her flocks

her herds

its fu­ry own.

New scenes of dread her land sur­prised

When God the haugh­ty chief chas­tised.

And each who lent th’as­sist­ing hand

To exe­cute his stern com­mand.

From Egypt’s de­so­lat­ed shore

Its course His ven­geance on­ward bore

To dist­ant realms by jus­tice led;

And migh­ti­est kings be­neath it bled.

Thy name shall ev­er live

Thy name

O Lord

shall cease­less hon­or claim;

Thy works

achieved in ag­es past

To end­less time re­mem­bered last.