Give to the Lord Ye Sons of Fame {Give to the Lord Ye Sons of Fame! GILEAD-Etienne Henri Mehul Give to the Lord, Ye Sons of Fame! } Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame! Give to the Lord renown and power; Ascribe due honors to his name, And his eternal might adore. The Lord proclaims his power aloud, Over the ocean and the land; His voice divides the watery cloud, And lightnings blaze at his command. He speaks, and tempest, hail and wind, Lay the wide forest bare around; The fearful hart, and frighted hind, Leap at the terror of the sound. To Lebanon he turns his voice, And lo! the stately cedars break; The mountains tremble at the noise, The valleys roar, the deserts quake. The Lord sits sovereign on the flood; The Thunderer reigns for ever king; But makes his church his blest abode; Where we his awful glories sing. In gentler languages there the Lord The counsels of his grace imparts; Amid the raging storm, his word Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.