The Clouds Are the Dust of His Feet

In read­ing the words of God’s pro­phet

This won­der­ful sto­ry we meet

The Lord hath His way in the whirl­wind

The clouds are the dust of His feet.

The clouds are the dust of His feet

The clouds are the dust of His feet;

The Lord hath His way in the whirl­wind

The clouds are the dust of His feet.

What must be His heav­en­ly glo­ry

In all of its full­ness com­plete

When clothed in their bright gold­en splen­dor

The clouds are the dust of His feet.

The dark and the threat­en­ing storm clouds

Bring rest from our thirst­ing and heat;

So show­ers of heav­en­ly bless­ing

God sends from the dust of His feet.

When tem­pests of life beat against us

This heart cheer­ing thought is most sweet;

We sure­ly are close to the Fa­ther

Since clouds are the dust of His feet.