Chapter VIII: The Fountains of the Deep Are Broken Up

Not only did the clouds come up,--
Heaven's windows open wide;--
The fountains of the deep were stirr'd,
And raged on every side.

The clouds pour'd down their treasures vast,
The deeps yield up their store,
The proudest trembles at the form
Of God's almighty power.

The seas are swelling up in wrath,
And break the appointed bound--
Their waters overflow the shore
And fiercely rage around.

The rivers rise to fearful height,
And roll their torrents on,
Until their highest banks are lost
From sight, deep overflown.

The fountains too and hidden springs,
Seem bursting everywhere;
Their waters flow on every side,
The common rage to share.

Now wave meets wave, and swells the flood
In fury o'er the land,
Fulfilling all the will of God,
Obeying His command.

O God! the power is thine alone,
To punish and create;
We would with reverence bow to Thee,
And worship might so great

And may we never dare provoke
That high Almighty Power,
Which once awaked against our sins,
Could blast us in an hour.