God Tempers The Wind To The Shorn Lamb – Great Ruler Of All Nature’s Frame

 


 
 

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 those 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.



 
 
God Tempers The Wind To The Shorn Lamb - Great Ruler Of All Nature's Frame Hymn
 
 

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