|1||O God of Mercy, God of Might,
How should frail sinners bear the sight,
If, as Thy power is surely here,
Thine open glory should appear.
|2||For now, Thy people are allowed
To scale the mount and pierce the cloud,
And faith may feed her eager view
With wonders Sinai never knew.
|3||O agony of wavering thought,
When sinners first so near are brought!
“It is my Maker– dare I stay?
My Savior– dare I turn away?”
|4||Sweet, awful hour! The only sound
One gentle footstep gliding round,
Offering by turns, on Jesu’s part,
The Cross to every hand and heart.
|5||Refresh us, Lord, to hold it fast;
And when the veil is drawn at last,
Let us depart where shadows cease,
With words of blessing and of peace. Amen.