Altar (Hebrews 13:10-14)

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.

Come, Come to Jesus (Acts 2)

All you devoted in your faith,
You very wise in earthly ways,
Come, come to Jesus
All you of knowledge well possessed,
And those with scripture’s truths impressed,
Come, come to Jesus.

And all you from your ethnic berth,
Of every tongue and tribe on earth,
Come, come to Jesus.
You Jews and Arabs, Greek and Hun,
Tibetan, Celt, and Amazon,
Come, Come to Jesus.

And all you bent by Babel’s cares,
And worried by your worldly wares,
Come, Come to Jesus.
All you distracted by the curse,
Who look to food, or sword, or purse,
Come, come to Jesus

All you ensnared by all your sin,
Who are among the worst of men,
Come, come to Jesus.
All you who live in mankind’s dark,
Who have an unrepentant heart,
Come, come to Jesus.

And you oppressed by various woes,
Afflicted by your flesh or foes,
Come, come to Jesus.
All you who see rebellion’s weight,
Who understand what you must pay,
Come, come to Jesus.

All you who crucified the Christ,
Who sold your souls to Satan’s lies,
Come, come to Jesus.
Redeemed, condemned, you rich, you poor,
You righteous, sinner, chaste, or whore,
Come, come to Jesus.

Pain (Luke 23:44-49)

What has the Father done,
In punishing His son?
What wrath has He imposed,
To treat Him as His foe?
To such a torture sent,
His body bruised and bent,
In naked shame displayed,
To suffocate in pain,
While dogs and vultures swarm,
To desecrate His form.
Is this the price of sin?
The Son of God condemned.
You secret-keepers see,
The cost then to redeem.
Behold your Savior’s pain,
Why shrink, then, from His name?
Will you not yet confess,
This King of Righteousness,
Before the courts of man?
Or else would you be damned?
What mercy God has shown,
Redeeming us – His foes.
The risen Christ revealed,
His horrid wounds now sealed.
We’re summoned to His throne,
He calls us all His own!