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There are two mountains hallowed
  By majesty sublime,
Which rear their crests unconquered
  Above the floods of Time.
Uncounted generations
  Have gazed on them with awe,—
The mountain of the Gospel,
  The mountain of the Law.

From Sinai’s cloud of darkness
  The vivid lightnings play;
They serve the God of vengeance,
  The Lord who shall repay.
Each fault must bring its penance,
  Each sin the avenging blade,
For God upholds in justice
  The laws that He hath made.

But Calvary stands to ransom
  The earth from utter loss,
In shade than light more glorious,
  The shadow of the Cross.
To heal a sick world’s trouble,
  To soothe its woe and pain,
On Calvary’s sacred summit
  The Paschal Lamb was slain.

The boundless might of Heaven
  Its law in mercy furled,
As once the bow of promise
  O’erarched a drowning world.
The Law said, As you keep me,
  It shall be done to you;
But Calvary prays, Forgive them;
  They know not what they do.

Almighty God! direct us
  To keep Thy perfect Law!
O blessed Saviour, help us
  Nearer to Thee to draw!
Let Sinai’s thunders aid us
  To guard our feet from sin;
And Calvary’s light inspire us
  The love of God to win.