The Jubilee

The Jubilee

Ere child arrived in fallen world,
Ere nurse the blanket had unfurled,
Or mother’s face convulsed with pain,
Man’s spirit loathed God’s Will and Reign.

And born he rose with every power
That grows with age till latest hour,
In endless form to vent his gall
Against the Hand that gave them all.

But God, though deeply wronged by us,
Stands in our place of judgment, thus
Makes satisfaction to the claims
Of Justice, bidding mercy reign.

Almighty Saviour silent winds
Midst throngs till He His chosen finds,
Where touched they grieve their wild career
And feel for once His godly fear.

And there, gone hopelessly astray,
They hear the kindly voice of Grace,
Where eye to eye Omniscience spake
With words that all their shackles break.

And now set free with heart unbound,
By Jubilee’s loud trumpet sound,
The hearts that once but seethed with sin,
Now life they never knew begin.

The King of Saints has reigned and saved,
Has on their head His Spirit laved,
Thus guilt removed, thus prisoner freed
Thus in His family kindly treed.

Their talents all, with heart and soul,
Now race more fleet toward altered goal;
Now consecrated to the Christ
Who took their place on Calvary’s spikes.

Saints n’er forget His promise, note…
Not shattered dreams, nor death’s approach,
Not want, nor disappointment’s pall,
Abates your cause for praise in all.

This day your sins are pardoned, freed,
Your conscience hears the blood He pleads;
And lifts you high on wings of hope
Through earth’s expiring fainting trope.

No better place to lift your praise
Than in your darkest bitter days;
Thus show the world your treasure lives;
Thus prove God’s gift forever gives.

Charles Church, 4/15/2023 9:30 AM