Saw ye not the cloud arise,
Little as a human hand?
Now it spreads along the skies,
Hangs o’er all the thirsty land,
Lo! the promise of a flower
Drops already from above,
But the Lord shall shortly pour
All the spirit of His love.
Sons of God your Savior praise,
He a door hath opened wide
He hath given the word of grace,
Jesu’s word is glorified:
Jesu’s mighty to redeem,
He alone the work hath wrought,
Worthy is the work of Him,
Who all things to being brought.
When He first the work begun
Small and feeble was His day,
Now the word doth swiftly run,
Now it spreads its glorious way;
More and more it shines and grows,
Ever mighty to prevail;
Sin’s strong holds it now o’erthrows,
Shakes the trembling gates of hell.