The Maker of the universe (Alternate Tune)
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The Maker of the universe As Man, for man was made a curse. The claims of law which He had made, Unto the uttermost He paid. |
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His holy fingers made the bough Which grew the thorns that crowned His brow. The nails that pierced His hands were mined In secret places He designed. |
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He made the forest whence there sprung The tree on which His body hung. He died upon a cross of wood, Yet made the hill on which it stood. |
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The sky that darkened o’er His head By Him above the earth was spread. The sun that hid from Him its face By His decree was poised in space. |
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The spear which spilled His precious blood Was tempered in the fires of God. The grave in which His form was laid, Was hewn in rocks His hands had made. |
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The throne on which He now appears Was His from everlasting years. But a new glory crowns His brow. And every knee to Him shall bow. |
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Yerevan, Armenia
O what a SAVIOR! O praise HIM! O glory to HIM!