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.
To maturity let us be born,
The foundation is Jesus our Lord.
Here we build, and we hang all our hope,
Keep these ever in view as you grow:
All our works are as dung unto Him.
We are dead, and therefore must repent.
For by grace, through our faith, we are saved,
And that faith is a gift that God gave.
There are baptisms given by God:
Those of water, and fire, and blood.
The assembly of saints in His church,
Is essential to grow in His word.
Every man will be raised from the dead,
All those mortal immortal instead.
They’ll be judged by eternal decree,
To be punished, or paradise see.
O Lord my God, who ever guided me,
Anoint my eyes that I might clearly see.
What is this horrid news which I have heard?
Then has another man made love to her?
For I would disbelieve it if I could,
For she seemed always godly, sure, and good.
And yet the child in her makes it clear,
That she has never really held me dear.
Was all her love and purity a show?
O Holy Father, only You would know.
I look to you for guidance in my mind;
What must I do with her who once was mine?
Perhaps — for her — I never was enough.
I could not make her happy, or feel loved.
So was I always insufficient then,
That to avoid me she would turn to sin?
Yet somehow, I yet love her through it all,
And would not wish to see, or cause, her fall.
If thus without me she is better pleased,
It is enough! I am content to leave.
I only pray her other lover will,
Bring her the joy that I could not instill.
So I forgive her as I set her free
God, surely this is what you’d have of me.
“Fear not, Joseph, for that babe is me.
And you who called me “Father” soon will be,
My earthly father. Rise, and take your bride!
And name the child Jesus. He will be the Christ.”