Mine

1. It was my sentence, was my pain
My wrath, My sorrow, and My stain
That fell upon the only spotless One . 
Beneath its damning endless weight
A hopeless debt in blood was paid,
To capture there the hope that blindness shunned.

2. He could have justly let us bear
The load condign in our despair,
But bled a flood until each debt was cleared;
When from the throne the flood released
Of reigning grace that published peace
So loud it overwhelmed His people’s fear.

3. ‘Oh why forsaken here, accursed?”
He cried where our just place reversed
Before the great asize that summoned me.
Where vengeance bathed it’s awful sword
There conscience felt the pardon poured
That hid me in the arms of Calvary.

4. Oh Saints prepare to shout your NO!
To all the powers that pull you low,
And gaze upon the font your lashes drew.
For He embraced your cross that day,
In blood full satisfaction paid,
And drank the cup of wrath reserved for you.

5. Oh sanctifying vision stay,
Preserve me in this peaceful way;
Subdue each lawless thought and reign supreme!
When I the Saviour’s pathway trace,
See Jesus where He took my place,
A subject of the reign of grace redeemed.

Charles Church, 11/17/2025