Scripture Verse

The Lord hath His way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of His feet. Nahum 1:3


William Tans’ur

Words: Phi­lip Dodd­ridge (1702–1751). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Found­ed on Va­ri­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­tures, by Job Or­ton (Shrop­shire, Eng­land: Jo­shua Ed­dowes & John Cot­ton, 1755), num­ber 92: The di­vine good­ness in mod­er­at­ing af­flic­tions.

Music: St. Mar­tin’s Will­iam Tan­s’ur, 1735 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

Philip Doddridge


Great Ruler of all nature’s frame,
We own Thy power divine:
We hear Thy breath in every storm,
For all the winds are Thine.

Wide as they sweep their sounding way,
They work Thy sovereign will;
And awed by Thy majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.

Thy mercy tempers every blast
To them who seek Thy face;
And mingles with the tempest’s roar,
The whispers of Thy grace.

Those gentle whispers let me hear,
Till all the tumult cease,
And gales of Paradise shall lull
My weary soul to peace.