The Lord of might from Sinai’s brow

Gave forth His voice of thunder;

And Israel lay on earth below

Outstretch’d in fear and wonder:

Beneath His feet was pitchy night,

And at His left hand and His right

The rocks were rent asunder.

The Lord of love on Calvary,

A meek and suff’ring stranger,

Upraised to hea’vn His languid eye

In nature’s hour of danger,

For us He bore the weight of woe,

For us He gave His blood to now,

And met His Father’s anger.

The Lord of love, the Lord of might

The King of all created,

Shall back return to claim His right,

On clouds of glory seated;

With trumpet-sound, and angel song,

And Hallelujahs loud and long,

O’er death and hell deafeated.