My King! My Prince!

My first! And my all!

You are my heart, once dead, made alive,

With the fullness of peace that is joy.

 

For have You not stood up,

In the tempest and roar of my wild seas,

And from the stern of my trembling boat,

Declared with a voice like a trumpet:

“PEACE! BE STILL!”?

 

And at the behest of Your mighty voice,

Have the fierce winds inside, once wild,

And the waves within, untamed and unruly,

Not fallen instantly mute?

And, at once, completely still?

 

For is it not written,

To Him, who rides upon the highest heavens,

Which are from ancient times,

Behold, He speaks forth with His voice,

A mighty voice?

 

And is it not written,

That the voice of the LORD is upon the waters?

That the God of glory thunders?

That the LORD is over many waters?

 

For is the voice of the LORD not powerful?

And is the voice of the LORD not majestic?

And does the voice of the LORD not break the cedars?

 

Yes, the LORD breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.

He makes Lebanon skip like a calf,

And Sirion like a young wild ox.

 

The voice of the LORD hews out flames of fire.

The voice of the LORD shakes the wilderness.

The LORD shakes the wilderness of Kadesh.

 

The voice of the LORD makes the deer to calve,

And strips the forests bare.

And in His temple,

Everything says, "Glory!"

 

And in the rich tenor of that mighty voice,

Have I not found both my place?

And my peace?

Whether in the limits of time?

Or the boundlessness of eternity?

 

For there is no greater truth,

Than the voice of the love of God,

Shed abroad in our hearts,

That we may be full,

To overflowing.

 

And have I not found this truth?

And does my cup not runneth over?

And has this truth not made me thoroughly free?

 

For it is in this truth,

That then sings my soul,

How great Thou art!

How great Thou art!

 

And it is of this voice that I sing,

How sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.

 

For when He utters His voice,

There is a tumult of waters in the heavens,

And He causes the clouds to ascend from the end of the earth;

He makes lightning for the rain,

And brings out the wind from His storehouses.

 

For His feet are like burnished bronze,

Which has been made to glow in a furnace,

And His voice is like the sound of many waters.

Yes, like many, many waters.

 

For from heaven, the Lord thundered,

And the Most High uttered His voice,

He raised His voice,

And the earth melted.

 

And, to my stoney heart,

Has He not turned and spoken,

And declared:

“PEACE! BE STILL!”?

And has my heart not likewise also melted?