Sing praise to God, you sons of men!
For this High Priest whom you are given,
Who makes atonement for your sin,
For with our trials He has striven.
In all our passions He was caught,
With all temptations He has fought,
And yet He gained the victory!
So come before the throne of grace,
And look for comfort in no other.
With confidence before His face,
Who’s not ashamed to call you brother.
And there His mercy you’ll receive,
And you’ll find grace when you believe,
And join Him in His victory!
For Christ as priest was made a man,
To stand before God’s holy anger.
He shed His blood – the Law’s demand,
And saved us from damnation’s danger.
And He is gentle when we err,
For He was weak when on the earth,
Yet brought us into victory!
You ignorant, come now be wise!
You errant give to Him allegiance!
And see this living sacrifice,
Who overcame man’s fallen weakness.
And once for all He paid the price,
Perfection which need not die twice,
But won eternal victory!
To the tune Mo Ghile Mear
Know that your redeemer lives,
See your sufferings as His boon,
He will intercede for His,
And in the flesh you’ll see him soon.
Brothers see what God has done:
Though we are worms yet He has loved,
He gave for us His only son,
And He made us fellow heirs of grace.
See the world the Lord has made,
His majesty throughout displayed,
His power still not there contained,
But it is a shadow of his face.
Though He smite me, I’ll obey,
With blessings when he takes away,
To better love Him day by day,
Even all His dealings I’ll embrace.
God may send down pain to you,
A call for your love to renew,
If you come not, then he’ll pursue,
And his love will never cease His chase.
See He slays the fleeing snake,
The ancient dragon he now breaks,
Leviathan in terror quakes,
And He even shakes death from its place!
This great earth – this hollow mold,
Will soon fall off, and you’ll behold,
God’s person in the flesh you’ll hold
In His marriage-consummated grace.
Ascendent Lord almighty,
Now raptured in the sky,
We do not follow lightly,
But are prepared to die,
As witnesses turned martyrs,
To farthest ends of earth,
Your promise to our fathers,
In Christ a finished work.
Come strip away our passion,
For all these lesser things.
Our hearts and minds refashion,
In passion for our King.
Baptize us with Your Spirit,
Your holy Word impart,
Open our ears to hear it,
And sanctify our hearts.
Let us now view You rightly,
And see our sinful state,
Ascendent Lord almighty,
We on Your pleasure wait.