The Lord will write His law upon our minds,
And on our hearts His holy words inscribe.
And He will be to us a God indeed,
And we will be His kin, His holy seed.
And we’ll no longer urge our brothers, “Start,
To learn of God.” For we’ll know Him by heart.
This covenant the Lord will bring to pass,
By graciousness to our unrighteousness.
For He has paid the price that we deserve,
With justice pacified as grace is served.
He wipes our guilt off of His slate,
Remembers naught, for His own mercy’s sake.
Now cling unto this covenant of grace,
For the old covenant has been displaced,
As were the Canaanites thrust from the land,
To bring the promise God gave Abraham.
Do you not see the marvelous gift this is?
There is no better covenant than this!
O sacred Savior who alone,
In perfect living did atone,
The covenant of works achieved,
And thru’ Your works the Father’s pleased.
Yet You alone can this attain,
For none of us are without blame,
And falling from the moral path,
We bring upon ourselves God’s wrath.
O sacred Savior You excel,
Beyond the Law that damns to hell,
And You its missing parts provide.
You damned Yourself to save Your bride.
The covenant of grace produced,
Your blood upon the Law improved,
And graciously You made a way,
That lawfully we may be saved.
O sacred Savior praise to You!
Both perfect and perfecter, too.
Amen! All-worthy is the Christ,
The Righteous One who makes us right.
Yes, You have ripped apart the veil,
Perfecting where all others failed,
All majesty, all praise, all might,
Belong forever to the Christ!
There is a temple real and true,
A dwelling place for God on high,
And all His saints may there commune,
Whose vaults resound with seraphs’ cries.
Yet not on earth was this tent laid,
Nor was it raised by mortal man.
A tent of skin in heaven made,
Erected by the Father’s hands.
Then all the temples which were made:
Of Moses, Solomon began,
Of Ezra, Herod, gold inlaid,
Were shadows, substance-less, and bland.
But Jesus was the true High-Priest,
Who ministered in this true tent.
The temple, yet, though none can see,
Out-shines all sensory content.
Yet Jesus is Himself this place,
For God and man unite in Him.
He is the temple of God’s grace,
And He is the true tent of skin.