If dumb and mortal beasts can cleanse,
Through blood and ashes of a lamb,
What greater cleansing of our sins,
Comes through the one immortal Word,
Both very God and very man?
So wash yourself by Jesus’ grace.
Receive the promise He gives free.
Because His death has taken place,
He mediates for our release,
To bless us through eternity.
The promise ratified by death,
And validated by God’s blood,
That Jesus’ grace may take effect,
Apart from any work we’ve done,
This signatory of His blood.
All praise we render to the Lord,
As we remember what He’s done.
The blood of promise He out-poured,
Let us rehearse that sacrament,
He all our crimson sins expunged.
The chief and mighty captain: Christ,
The author of this story,
He through His fitting sacrifice,
Brought many sons to glory.
His battle-plan and mighty work,
Was making Himself humble.
That God became a man by birth,
To make the prideful stumble.
To win the war, He bared Himself,
And stripped off all His grandeur.
He took on sins of darkest hell,
Accepting human standards.
Yes He became as one of us,
And loved to call us brothers,
Though He into our wants was thrust,
And in our needs He suffered.
Yet why did He this pain accept?
But to destroy the Devil.
That He as man might suffer death,
Then death o’erturn and level.
And that He might buy back my life,
And free my soul from slavery.
And now a son, the church His wife –
This plan was all to save me.
Today slips through our grasp,
How many do we have?
A sense of our mortality,
Would drive us on in urgency.
We number all our days,
And wisdom comes to stay,
How soon will come our final breath?
Who knows the hour of their death?
With death the litmus test,
To hell or heaven pressed,
And in that moment transferred then,
To life, or torture for their sin.
And the most gruesome death,
Forgotten by what’s next,
Cast off in fullest ecstasy,
Or swallowed up in agony.
Yet words will not suffice,
For those in paradise.
A thief returns to Eden’s arms,
The real of every shadowed charm.
Our mask of sin dissolved,
Our understanding solved,
All left to us is the new man,
That God has molded with his hands.
This garden He has grown,
Before His awesome throne,
Was cultivated for our sakes,
For love and grace He now creates.
The joy the Father gives,
Eternal we shall live,
The center of our joy we spy:
Or risen Lord, our Savior, Christ!