To maturity let us be born,
The foundation is Jesus our Lord.
Here we build, and we hang all our hope,
Keep these ever in view as you grow:
All our works are as dung unto Him.
We are dead, and therefore must repent.
For by grace, through our faith, we are saved,
And that faith is a gift that God gave.
There are baptisms given by God:
Those of water, and fire, and blood.
The assembly of saints in His church,
Is essential to grow in His word.
Every man will be raised from the dead,
All those mortal immortal instead.
They’ll be judged by eternal decree,
To be punished, or paradise see.
I call you now to stand in awe,
That awe may turn to homage.
For Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
Took on Him human vesture.
As one of us, though without flaw,
With perfect life and knowledge,
But now He delegates His law,
To stewards of His pastures.
He calls His shepherds to obey,
And imitate His leading.
Above reproach in all their ways,
Who preach but faithful doctrine.
As men who only truth will say,
Who challenge those deceiving,
And show the church the King of Days,
In holiness, then, taught in.
They lead, protect, teach, model, care,
To point the church to Jesus.
Though there are crooked leaders there,
This can not make us jaded.
For all are brothers, all will share,
And the whole world will see us.
The sheep and shepherd both now bear,
The call to bring Christ praises.
To men from mighty nations come,
Where men are full of greed,
Where demons dance and breed,
Where affluence and idols home:
In short a country dead in sins,
Of pride, adultery,
Of hate, and sorcery,
For them I now take up my pen:
To saints entrenched in holy war,
Who worldlings seek to mold,
In sins both new and old,
Those battered, bruised, and battle-sore,
Who fight for God for all their life,
This fight from start of man,
In every time and land,
That culminated with our Christ:
My brothers, you are Jesus’ bride,
You are not of the world,
You serve another lord,
They have no power of your lives.
For He has given life to you,
And with His Spirit filled,
When your old man was killed,
So Christ Himself will see you through.
You need not fear the plots of man,
But fear the Lord your God,
With honor and with love,
Who died for you when you were damned.
Such love, such grace, such sacrifice!
What demon poses threat?
Or who renews our debt?
Who dare declare He not suffice?
The devil must bow down to Him,
His name placed on your life,
That name of Jesus Christ,
Which gathers truth and purges sin.
God’s love endures though demons rage,
Though men still hate and boast,
Possessed by Satan’s hosts,
And thus pervert the world God made.
Then serve the Lord and love His bride,
Renew your mind in Him,
His grace to cleanse your sin,
And trusting Him to sanctify.
We trust that as He saves our souls,
He seeks to, by His church,
Transform this sinful earth,
His glory then our only goal.