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Atonement

ATONEMENT



Rebellious and unwilling to be rescued
You saved us
You gave us
Life, hope and love

Reaching us with stretched arms
Pierced side
Grieving heart
Bleeding brows

Displayed so all men may see
Love unafraid to die
Hope beyond this life
Glory in Suffering

Captured, our hearts raptured by love
Not by law
But your love
Beaten, battered and butchered
To this cross shall all men come

In gross darkness thee we saw
Where on the tree thou hung
Light brightest shone thee
The Son of God
We bless thee

Mournful mourning for sinners’ plight
No hammer or nails
No spit or whip
Dravest tears out the saviour’s eyes
Not stones and screams to
“Crucify him!”
But the verdict of Condemnation upon all
If this cross He wouldn’t embrace

Sin, righteousness slayed
Death and sorrow’s debt paid
Where nothing else prevailed
Oh! The passion and fierce love that came
That tore our rags away
And broke my chains

All blinded eyes see
The emblem of mercy revealed
Deaf ears listen
To rushing sounds of grace rising within
From the saved and redeemed

The dead shall live again
Sweet fragrance on dumb lips
By the beating, bleeding of my King
Jesus the spotless Lamb of God
By whose stripes the world was healed


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