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.
When men reject their God, they live in fear,
They have no surety that a Father’s near.
And fearful men respond in killing sprees,
To massacre what gives anxiety.
When threatened fears turns to – once more –
Abortion, genocide, and ‘holy war’.
The spirit of the world is fear, and blood,
The Spirit of the Lord’s adopted love.
As sons of God, we have eternal life,
We’ve no anxiety at worldly strife.
And given hate, respond not with a grudge,
But give the life we’re given by our Judge.
Accepting God, accepts the gifts He gives,
And will not murder anything that’s His.
Where rain will never fall,
Where rivers never flow,
The land will stall and dry,
The fields will slowly die.
Where sun will never rise,
Where moon will never gleam,
The beasts with cries will cease,
While people scream and freeze.
Where scripture is not preached,
This scene is worst of all,
With vision leached men flee,
Seek self, the Fall, and blasphemy.