To the tune Mo Ghile Mear
Know that your redeemer lives,
See your sufferings as His boon,
He will intercede for His,
And in the flesh you’ll see him soon.
Brothers see what God has done:
Though we are worms yet He has loved,
He gave for us His only son,
And He made us fellow heirs of grace.
See the world the Lord has made,
His majesty throughout displayed,
His power still not there contained,
But it is a shadow of his face.
Though He smite me, I’ll obey,
With blessings when he takes away,
To better love Him day by day,
Even all His dealings I’ll embrace.
God may send down pain to you,
A call for your love to renew,
If you come not, then he’ll pursue,
And his love will never cease His chase.
See He slays the fleeing snake,
The ancient dragon he now breaks,
Leviathan in terror quakes,
And He even shakes death from its place!
This great earth – this hollow mold,
Will soon fall off, and you’ll behold,
God’s person in the flesh you’ll hold
In His marriage-consummated grace.
The Lord has lifted me to life,
He listened to my litany,
Of cries and tears from pits of strife,
While I was waiting eagerly.
Behold this rock on which I stand!
My feet are firmly fixed on Him.
No storm can wrench me from his hand,
Nor any demon denizen.
And thus I sing my brand-new song:
“The man who trusts in God is blessed,
Who not among the proud belongs,
Who never falsehood has possessed.
And who could count His wondrous works?
The world He wrought before His face.
In mercy He has sent His word,
To make us righteous by His grace.
You did not ask for blood of bulls,
Behold, this body You have raised.
You covenant by Him made whole,
You cured the deaf to hear Your ways.”
I looked at all His prophesies,
For I have copied them and read,
Yet God, You spoke concerning me!
Fulfilling all these words You said.
Must I not speak a word,
To keep myself from sin?
That I offend not God,
Or blaspheme before men.
For human language fails.
Our ear has never heard –
But God commands us speak,
And He became the Word.
How can I come to You?
I live but fleeting years,
My mortal, finite cry,
Will never reach Your ears.
For You forever Am,
But I will cease to be –
And yet the Spirit stands,
To intercede for me.
I hope in transience,
In vanity and dust.
The shadow of Your light,
Is all I bear to trust.
I justly should be slain,
For doubting in Your ways –
But You condemned Yourself,
And took my sinner’s place.
A dreadful guest am I,
Dependent on Your grace,
I’d quickly blow away,
Before Your frowning face.
I’m guilty, small, and damned,
Yet unto You I called –
The trial is adjourned,
You filled my every fault.