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