|Location in The Sacred Harp|
With songs and honours sounding loud
Address the Lord on high;
Over the heav’ns he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.
He sends his show’rs of blessing down
To chear the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
He gives the grazing ox his meat,
He hears the ravens cry;
But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
Should raise his honours high.
His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race
And wint’ry days appear.
His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground:
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.
Winter 38t, Stanza 1
When from his dreadful stores on high
He pours the rattling hail,
The wretch that dares this God defy
Shal find his courage fail.
He sends his word and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn:
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return
Winter 38t, Stanza 2
The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word:
With songs and honours sounding loud,
Praise ye the sov’reign Lord.