Classic Poem

Still loom the Sinais, rugged, grand,
With lightning-flash and thunder,
Awakening the slumberous land
To mingled dread and wonder.
The uncreated Law
Men own, and stand in awe;
" Thou shalt" and " thou shalt not"
Self-will can ne'er out-blot:
That Law stands fast forever!

It flameth in the spirit's sky,
To every soul appealeth;
It holds the keys of destiny,
The nations' doom it sealeth.
It casteth down the proud,
Uplifts the poor and bowed;
O'erwhelms the wrong in night,
With victory crowns the right:
And it shall rule forever!

Though clothed with terror to our sin,
That Law is our salvation;
It hurts to heal, it warns to win,
Each erring soul and nation.
Behind it is a Face
All tenderness and grace;
Let every soul obey,
Ye lands, prepare the way;
On earth God's kingdom cometh!