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