Ascribe to the Lord, O heavenly beings, ascribe to the Lord glory and strength. Ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name; worship the Lord in the splendor of holiness. Crack and rumble, flash and flicker, pat and pitter Storm and fury, might and power, rain and midnight The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the Lord, over many waters. The voice of the Lord is powerful; the voice of the Lord is full of majesty. And with every flare of heavenward flame, the earth worships its God-king, lightning in his fists and mercy on his brow, his grace a thund'ring triumph over death. The voice of the Lord breaks the cedars; the Lord breaks the cedars of Lebanon. He makes Lebanon to skip like a calf, and Sirion like a young wild ox. Whose hand shelters, and whose hand slays? His alone: Yahweh, God of vengeance, God of peace Who holds death, and who has death held? He alone: Yawheh, God who judges, God who himself judged The voice of the Lord flashes forth flames of fire. The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness; the Lord shakes the wilderness of Kadesh. We sin, we stumble, we slip in the downpour, Broken by every bitter folly, drenched in shame We fall and falter, quiver like a house in the storm Hopeless in the dark of moonless, starless night Yet in these earthen vessels— filled with all the falling sins and sorrows We have in fragile pots a treasure— not gold or silver, frankincense or myrrh— but somehow royalty: the King himself now dwells within The voice of the Lord makes the deer give birth and strips the forests bare, and in his temple all cry, “Glory!” This God of glory, God of thunder, is also God of mercy, God of gentle sun Not Poseidon, Zeus, or Thor, in human likeness he but mighty in salvation as in judgment and kind, forbearing, divine as they were not, could never be. The Lord sits enthroned over the flood; the Lord sits enthroned as king forever. May the Lord give strength to his people! May the Lord bless his people with peace!