Sensing his stillness in the booming of a bass,
Its note replete with richness, hear it roar
A saving storm that brews abuzz with rumbling.
The righteous rains are coming sweet to taste,
Pitter-patter promises, hear them pour
Torrential trust on seasons cracked and crumbling.
The bass, the voices raised, the beating drum,
The coming king will keep our steps from stumbling.
Hear the archangel who comes before
The daybreak bursts in lights, O kingdom come
In thund'rous humbling!