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