No human hand could soothe my pains;
I cried for rescue: “Save me, God!”
Men passed me by and thought me odd.
Love welcomed me, a prodigal,
A foolish sheep that squandered all;
The many years I wandered, lost,
Have now returned, at His great cost.
You came at last to where I lay,
And brought me out to light of day;
You set me back upon my feet,
And gave me clothes, and food to eat.
You granted freedom from my sin,
And said, “My child, now enter in!”
I followed You, and healing came
For body and a soul long lame.
Wash me, Lord, and let me see
The fullness of your purity;
I have no money that can buy
Your Righteousness for which I cry.
Take righteousness and clothe me bright,
Through drops of Blood a cleansing white!
I splash the lintel of my brow,
My arms and legs in crimson bow.
Judging angel, pass this door,
My Lamb is slain, the Curtain tore;
Only on His Blood I rest,
All else can never meet the test.
I trust in His sole sacrifice,
In life or death it will suffice;
Anchor, Lord, this wandering heart,
Your Blood and I must never part!
And yet He put you to the test;
From Prince of Glory you resigned,
From Godhead, Savior, you declined.
O Lamb, all praise be ever thine,
All majesty in every time;
The darkest shadow of your light
Flung stars of splendor into night.
O Lamb, as Christ you still could be
The Sun that no mere eye may see;
But you as man chose mortal dress,
And suffered all that made you less.
O Lamb, your highest angels gasp,
Their golden throats can only rasp
What God in you has lowly wrought--
As if your glory went for naught!
O Lamb, you left the Throne of God
And blossomed in this barren sod;
In this dead soil your root rose up,
From stone gushed Life all men may sup.
O Lamb, you chose the crown of thorn
As saving Grace from you was torn;
Each drop of blood bought all mankind
Redemption to which Justice signed.
O Lamb, my sins, they whipped you hard,
They smashed your face--it was so marred!
Your body hung upon the cross:
My new life procured by your loss.
O Lamb, all praise be ever thine,
You called your enemies to dine!
With joy we dine at Mercy’s seat,
Restored as heirs, we take and eat.
My name is written in a Book,
A place no angel dares to look;
Before the cherubim made cry
My name was there, I wonder why.
Love wrote it on a golden page--
Ages, times no mind can gauge;
Before the stars were set in place,
God knew me as a child of Grace.
What God is this who wrote my name?
I make no claim to earthly fame;
Of all the living things He made,
I falter like a leaf and fade!
No one on earth will mark my place
Of birth, or death that I must face;
But there’s a Hand that took my own
Before I was a mortal sown.
The troubles that crowd on me now
Must all to Christ bend knee and bow;
Though sorrow come, or privation,
All I need in life He’s done.
What God is this who sent the Lamb
To rescue me from what I am?
And yet He bids me “Welcome in!”
With joy I leave a life of sin.
Ahead I see a City gleam
That’s lit by the Lord God’s own beam;
For me there’s only one gold street,
The one that leads to Jesus’ feet.
Once when death engulfed my sight,
I gazed into its deep channel;
I shudder now to think what height
Of Love plunged Christ to hell.
Forsaken Christ, the Prince of Grace,
Was sunk in depths where all hopes cease;>
I should have fallen in that place;
His pain bought my release.
O Holy Child! O Purest Lamb!
My sin swept over You a flood;
The foulest sinner (that I am!)
Is covered by Your Blood.
To this one Rock, O Lord, I cling,
As fears and doubts o’ershroud Your cross:
You bound me to You, suffering,
And gained me by Your loss.
No one else could cleanse my sin
And willingly accept my blame;
It’s Love (if I could take it in!)
That wiped away my shame.
What can I sacrifice in turn
That by Your Blood has first been giv’n?
Savior, let my hand discern
How Life from death was riv’n.
Beneath a peak Arabian
Gaped a pit deep dug by man;
Each slave that labored there ‘til dark--
Branded, doomed with Hagar’s mark.
I see a Face, from suffering torn,
Forgiveness etched in every line;
The splendor that lit Moses’ face
Now is outshone by Jesus’ Grace.
Cast out as slave, her fatal seed
Crowded out the wheat like weed;
Galatians bred on Sinai’s brow,
Cut off from Christ, to law must bow.
Jerusalem, so free above,
Your sons are heirs of freedom born;
That stumbling block, the Cross, they love,
No flesh but Spirit can adorn.
Adopted and redeemed by Christ,
Their mark erased, His blood sufficed;
Made sons of Promise, by faith they live,
The Grace of Christ no work can give.
And so I ask, are we free-born?
Cephas-likke, we’re shysters still?
O Lord, I come to Thee forelorn,
My bonds are strong, my spirit ill.
I am Christ-born! His Blood freed me!
How can I then to chains return?
For one red drop of liberty
My godly deeds I gladly burn.
Forgive, O Lord, this double heart;
You alone are Righteousness!
When fear of man casts its swift dart--
Circumcision, none the less!
O set me free, O Lamb of God!
Curse of law, please take away!
Dawn full on me, O Light of Day,
Grant life again to this dead sod!
Deliver us from godly good,
Pleasing men and churchiness;
I’d mutilate them if I could--
All the things that make You less.
True childlren of the God of Grace
Often end in fleshly works;
Faithful once, they lose the race,
Ensnared by nets a fowler jerks!
O Father, on Your Son’s pierced side,
Let me lean forever near;
May I evermore abide
In that stream of blood so dear!
For then in me Your fruits will grow,
Grace on grace, by Spirit blest;
And in Your Kingdom I shall sow
Love and Joy, eternal Rest.