Classic Poem

In thunder spoken from the trembling hills,
In fiery letters written on the sky,
We hear and see Thy Word O Thou most High,
The Word which made and makes and rules and wills,
The Word which gave the promise, and fulfils,
The law supreme, which suffers no reply,
The law which bids us live and bids us die,
Which made and can unmake, quickens and kills.

" I am " — the dread " I am " in thunder rolls
His awful judgments from the height of heaven,
And we, for whom the cloudy veil is riven,
The fiery Word is branded on our souls;
And with a humble and a contrite heart
We kneel and bow before Thee as Thou art.