The Lamb for Isaac sacrificed
Has come before us crowned with thorns,
For Devil has us all enticed—
In thicket caught, we’re all forlorn.
But Cross becomes an altar laid
With Son who gives His life for us,
And for our sin our debt He paid
To give new life to earthly dust.
Our grave is not our final rest,
For He has made it Eden’s Gate;
We enter and complete our quest
That we’ve been on since Adam ate.
His Cross for us an altar built
Is Tree of Life for us is grown;
We eat and do not suffer guilt—
His Body, Blood in us is sown.
Then His new life in all is raised,
Unique in each, one of a kind;
His love for us each one will save—
Our sin with thorns no longer binds.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 