We will see the Lord descend,
With myriads of stars,
To bring His justice in the end,
Of each ungodly heart:
The rebels, revelers-in-sin,
Are cast to outer-dark.
So in this climax of His plan,
If you would walk with Him,
Believe what He’s revealed to man,
Turn holiness from sin.
By faith you live and seek His plan,
And you’ll bring joy to Him.
So seek out every word He said,
And search His scriptures well.
And learn to know Him as your head,
Call out those who rebel.
Mark how He keeps each promise said,
How we are saved from Hell.
Jehovah, like an artist, first began,
By roughly sketching His salvation’s plan.
The law in symbol, shadow, and out-line,
Would be memorial and as a sign.
For it could never fully cleanse our sin,
But must be done again and yet again.
And so the Father painted in the lines,
With flesh and blood the portrait He designed.
For God who spoke the Law now spoke once more,
His final Word, His Son who would restore:
This vibrant shape foreshadowed in the sketch,
Who was, and is, and who is coming yet.
God did not want the guts of slaughtered sheep,
But His desire is to make us clean.
He takes no pleasure in the blood of beasts,
But in His holy Bride is He well-pleased.
His will was never endless sacrifice,
But sons and daughters of the blood of Christ.
The portrait of salvation which God made –
Before the footings of the earth were laid –
He paints with blood and sinews of a man:
The incarnation was His perfect plan.
The Law was letters scribbled into stone,
In Christ God wrote again in flesh and bone,
To fill the nature which His law had lacked,
From contract to a personal contact.
The sketch has vanished in the final art,
The Law became a beating, human heart.
Since blood was needed to redeem,
It sprinkled all the holy things.
Since sin had made it all unclean,
More blood was needed, more they bring.
But Christ, the perfect sacrifice,
Had blood that would forever cleanse,
Poured out in heaven to suffice,
As our eternal recompense.
And dying once, then all is done,
As our redemption is complete.
Remember, He is yet to come,
To trample death beneath His feet.