Found a few great stanzas from Charles Wesley's poetical rendering of Psalm 29, which is among my favorite psalms:
The glorious God majestic speaks;
From the dark cloud his terror breaks,
And waving sheets of lightning shine.
The impetuous hurricane of sound
Rives the strong oaks, and shakes the ground:
For thunder is the Voice Divine.
Jehovah's voice the cedar rends,
And all the pride of Lebanon bends,
And strips and tears the scatter'd trees;
The hinds affrighted calve, and die,
While mix'd with flames the thunders fly,
And rock the howling wilderness.
Creation hears his voice, and quakes;
Sea, earth, and hell, and heaven he shakes,
Firm on his everlasting throne!
But all who in his temple praise,
And love and thank him for his grace,
Shall never, never be cast down.
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