The Highest Heavens, the Brightest Sun

The high­est heav­ens

the bright­est sun

Are but faint em­blems of their Lord;

He is the great

the migh­ty One

Strong is His arm

and true His word.

On earth what can with Him com­pare?

Princes from Him de­rive their pow­er;

Riches but sor­did tri­fles are

And beau­ty but a fad­ing flow­er.

He formed the stars

those glit­ter­ing orbs

Which move and shine at His com­mand;

He made the bois­ter­ous sea

and curbs

Its rag­ing bil­lows with His hand.

His aw­ful thun­der shakes the skies

The dus­ky clouds He makes His throne;

With fear­ful speed His light­ning flies

And storms of hail come ratt­ling down.

The blus­ter­ing winds His will ob­ey

All na­ture trem­bles at His nod;

He gov­erns with re­sist­less sway

And spreads His ter­rors all abroad.