The people saw the thunderings, and the lightnings, and the noise of the trumpet, and the mountain smoking: and when the people saw it, they removed, and stood afar off.@Exodus 20:18
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John R. Macduff (1818-1895)

John R. Macduff, Altar Stones (London: James Nisbet, 1853), pages 14-15, alt.

Maldwyn Welsh melody, circa 1600 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Mount Sinai

The Lord has come down in a chariot of cloud,
The trumpet is pealing portentous and loud;
Majestic He rides on the wings of the wind,
And bears His dread message of wrath to mankind.

He cometh! He cometh! the mountain it quakes,
The voice of His thunder each echo awakes;
The myriads of Israel are heard to implore,
That accents of terror be spoken no more.

The blackness, and darkness, and tempest, are past!
But lingers no message of love in the blast?
Oh! hark we in vain for some pitying voice,
To bid the desponding take hope and rejoice?

It speaks! but it is not from Sinai’s dread form,
Emblazoned in lightning, and curtained in storm;
From Calvary’s summit the word is addressed,
Come, weary and laden, to Me and find rest.

Jehovah’s perfections exulting have met,
The Surety has suffered—discharged is the debt;
And justice and mercy unite to proclaim
Salvation to sinners through faith in His name.

No more on the law shall I seek to rely,
Appalled by its mandate, Obey Me, or die;
All, all that I need, my dear Savior can give;
How gracious His message—Believe Me, and live!