313 The Lord of might, from Sinai's brow,

1 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. 2 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. 3 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!