There is an altar to our God,
That stands in heaven’s court.
No spotless beast there shed its blood,
To pacify the Lord,
But Jesus Christ our sacrifice,
Has bled there in our stead,
His blood alone for us atones,
And buys us from the dead.
And when the Word came down to men,
We would not hear His voice.
But silently He took our sin,
It was His solemn choice.
With fearsome cries to crucify,
They led my Lord outside,
And damned to death, with His last breath,
My guilt was sanctified.
And likewise Christians follow Christ,
As He has led the way.
Care not of earth, or man, or tribe,
For they will pass away.
And leave behind all sin in kind,
All product of revolt,
With this outside, and our Lord in sight,
That Him alone we’ll hold.
Every rest that Christ commanded,
Points as types and shadows,
To the rest in Christ now branded,
Of the days He hallowed.
Rest then showing our salvation,
Not by works receiving,
Trusting God against damnation,
In His grace believing.
Too, remember His creation,
Trumpets shrilly singing,
Keep yourselves – His holy nation,
He His kingdom bringing.
Keep your words and ways then humble,
Resting in His working,
These two things would make you stumble,
Christ atonement birthing.
And the harvest celebration,
All in tents are dwelling,
Showing Jesus’ incarnation,
Joy before the Lord displaying,
We the fruits He gathered,
Worship – joyous music playing,
Thanks to God the Father!
Resting in His many graces,
In your dwellings praise Him.
Keep His rest in all your places,
Every house embrace Him!
Let justice fall! We’re guilty all,
We do not what we ought,
Reputing what God taught,
Transgressors found and caught.
For it is sin, this omission,
The guilt of falling short,
Refusing to report,
Like partial truth in court,
Do you not see? You are unclean,
Your body wreaking vile,
Your works like stinking bile,
In death fully defiled.
You’ll be repaid, for what you say,
Your carelessness of speech,
Your blasphemies repeat,
Your lips in lies are steeped.
Be rich or poor, come to your Lord!
Accepting Christ as head,
Who cleansed you guilt and dread,
Condemning death instead.
What will atone? Not beast or bone,
The sacrifice God gave,
Salvation by His grace,
Our offering our faith.
So justice stays! My sin is paid!
O guilty man – repent!
Let justice be content,
For this, Christ’s blood was spent