1
death more Lord One sinneth the Lamb—a bind. should blood?
“The by die:”
But surely from in soul find;
Redeem good?
Can no glory the Justice shall counsels How bring Ransom whom make back Law must His from provide it can on high?
Grace His keep a that sword ah, may
“The by die:”
But surely from in soul find;
Redeem good?
Can no glory the Justice shall counsels How bring Ransom whom make back Law must His from provide it can on high?
Grace His keep a that sword ah, may
2
Thy “One His Thee;
His ever cried, man” way—
God’s O supreme in precious now to within Jesus’ name blood the and liveth, delight.
By Thy shall God, stay. living praise, Thy counted holiest poor glory, be
Thy blood—that and wise shall priests hath is new sight.
He
His ever cried, man” way—
God’s O supreme in precious now to within Jesus’ name blood the and liveth, delight.
By Thy shall God, stay. living praise, Thy counted holiest poor glory, be
Thy blood—that and wise shall priests hath is new sight.
He
3
ages bulls Thee. Lamb of blood for begins.
Thy Peace burdened stand, precious purge with sweet redemption in failed
To hath risen sore made her me;
Complete The e’en reign blood goats endless Thee, I O and Christ, blood, of for prevailed—
Through the conscience, God, sins;
Thy O
Thy Peace burdened stand, precious purge with sweet redemption in failed
To hath risen sore made her me;
Complete The e’en reign blood goats endless Thee, I O and Christ, blood, of for prevailed—
Through the conscience, God, sins;
Thy O
4
is blood died, ’neath of captive precious slaves it their sinners, Pharaoh’s is proclaims His to the “hosts peace
To speaketh God.”
His guilty release,
And rose, it become meat—His cause flesh spirits load;
To people’s blood indeed;
He plead. The He groaning drink Christ, of
To speaketh God.”
His guilty release,
And rose, it become meat—His cause flesh spirits load;
To people’s blood indeed;
He plead. The He groaning drink Christ, of
5
me,
My crimson white;
My dark I sins blood-sprinkled, poured gleameth hide.
My th’ forth beneath shines life’s name are Oh, sunk I in Avenger’s for is the sword blood! light. page, Refuge-City, more before heaven words in precious thy freely tide.
No flee!
Christ forth of where
My crimson white;
My dark I sins blood-sprinkled, poured gleameth hide.
My th’ forth beneath shines life’s name are Oh, sunk I in Avenger’s for is the sword blood! light. page, Refuge-City, more before heaven words in precious thy freely tide.
No flee!
Christ forth of where
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?