My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.
Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips;
I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.
The voice of the Lord
Roars above the deep.
The voice of His command
Thunders in the stormy sweep.
Powerful and mighty
His voice halves the tallest trees,
Yet with the slightest whisper
Can calm the roaring seas.
He shakes the quiet plains
And makes the meadows roll;
His Word commands the hinds to calve,
Earth sings His glory full.
His voice gives strength in weakness,
His Word is peace in pain.
Nothing hinders all His purpose,
His way is for my gain.
His Song in the Night 