The Lord of Might from Sinai’s Brow

The Lord of might

from Si­nai’s brow

Gave forth His voice of thun­der;

And Is­ra­el lay on earth be­low

Outstretched 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 suf­fer­ing strang­er

Upraised to Heav­en His lang­uid eye

In na­ture’s hour of dan­ger.

For us He bore the weight of woe

For us He gave His blood to flow

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 de­feat­ed!