Coming Into His Presence (Hebrews 10:11-22)

Before Your face we bow in shame.
We tremble at Your holy name.
Your law shows us condemned,
In slavery to our sin.
Your justice says we must be slain.

No penance, gift, or sacrifice,
No list of laws will yet suffice.
For every moral law,
Declares to us our flaws,
And they will never make us right.

But Christ makes right all who are His.
His death a full forgiveness is.
He dying once for all,
Reverses Adam’s fall.
The veil removed from heaven’s bliss.

The Holy Place is open then,
And Jesus Christ will lead us in.
No dread before the Lord,
Our innocence restored,
In confidence approaching Him.

Lord, let me never turn again,
To working to remove my stain,
But let me rest in You.
I trust You will renew,
So in Your presence I remain.

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Condemnation (Romans 8:1-17)

A God who has condemned us with His law,
Demanding nothing but perfection.
Like beasts we plead for life; we thrash, we claw,
No hope for mercy or protection.

A God who has condemned Himself instead,
Enduring even crucifixion,
And then is resurrected from the dead,
To free us of our sin-addiction.

Then where is condemnation? It is gone,
For who condemns what God’s forgiven?
So we are free through Jesus’ work alone,
Renewed, our mind is Spirit-driven.

Our flesh, though dead in rotten, rebel sin,
Is now infused with life in Spirit,
He pulls our minds away from lusts of men,
And speaks God’s word that we may hear it.

We’re saved! And yet the Spirit works again,
After He gives us Jesus’ merit,
He changes us, adopting us to Him,
That we the living God inherit!

To Men From Mighty Nations Come

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.