Sir Walter Scott

Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
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Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.

Scared out of his seven senses.

Scared out of his seven senses.

He is most powerful who governs himself.

He is most powerful who governs himself.

Vengeance to God alone belongs;
But, when I think of all my wrongs
My blood is liquid read more

Vengeance to God alone belongs;
But, when I think of all my wrongs
My blood is liquid flame!