Scripture Verse

Fire, and hail; snow, and vapours; stormy wind fulfilling His word. Psalm 148:8


Carolyn W. Gillette

Words: Ca­ro­lyn W. Gil­lette, 2007.

Music: El­la­combe, Ge­sang­buch der herz­ogl. wir­tem­berg­isch­en ka­tho­lisch­en Hof­ka­pe­lle (Würt­tem­berg, Ger­ma­ny: 1784). Adapt­ed & har­mo­nized by Will­iam H. Monk in the 1868 ap­pendix to Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, num­ber 366 (🔊 pdf nwc).

William H. Monk


O God of mighty wind and flame
Who fills your church with power,
We gather here in Je­sus’ name,
To ask your help this hour.
When nature’s might seems far too strong
And flames are swirling high,
When days bring fear and nights are long,
Lord, hear your people’s cry.

Some, having not the time to pack,
Lost all they left behind;
We pray that when they can go back,
Your strength is what they’ll find.
As they are grieving, bending low
To sift through ash and stone,
We pray that soon, again, they’ll know
The comfort of a home.

Some labor hard for little pay;
Their blessings seem so few.
They don’t have homes to save this day—
God, keep them close to you.
Some risk their lives and give up sleep,
To fight the fires so long;
In this, the vigil that they keep,
God, keep them safe and strong.

O God in whom we live and move—
When lives are torn apart,
Give us, your church, abundant love
To heal each broken heart.
And when we see our neighbors’ pain,
Give us the grace to share,
Till like a gentle, needed rain,
New hope will fill the air.