James Montgomery

For Divine Manifestations.

Hid in the rock-cleft, let me stand,

While Thou art passing by,

But from the glory, with Thine hand,

Lord, screen me, or I die.

On Sinai Thy pavilion spread,

Speak from the fire to me,

If trembling I may turn my head

To noon-dark Calvary.

Come with the whirlwind, earthquake, flame,

Yet shall my soul rejoice,

To hear them follow'd by Thy name,

Told in the still small voice.

Be mercy mingled with the cup,

My Father gives to drink,

Lest over-sorrow swallow up

The spirit prone to sink.

And when, before the great white throne,

With all the human race,

I stand, as though I stood alone,

My God, may I find grace!