How can it be that
The great awful dread
Of Mt. Sinai
That pillar of fire
Guiding wandering throngs
Through a great wilderness
That great awful dread
The dwelt between
Two golden cherubs
And cast idols upon
Their stone graven faces
That great awful dread
That sent down fire on Mt. Carmel
That great awful dread
That turns the hearts of kings
Like the course of some great river
That great awful dread
That sent armies and power
To cast his people to the wind
That great awful dread
Unapproachable without
A great fear of death
How can it be that
That great awful dread
Could cloak himself
In all the dirt and filth
Of wretched humanity
The master becomes the slave
The Creator becomes the creature
How can it be that
That great awful dread
Love personified
Could do this
This is that great paradox
All that I should rightly fear
All that I should rightly dread
Is the source of my life
And all that I love
Should I neglect that great fear
The greatness and power
Of His imposing love
For me should be lost
That I should see all
My wickedness in the
Imposing shadow of that dread
Fills me with praise
For he has loved me
And drawn me to himself
So it is that
All that I fear
And all that I love
Are embodied in
One great God
In three persons
Oh great Trinity
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