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It was fitting for He, For whom all things exist; Many sons to glory be, The founder to enlist. One giving salvation, Perfect through suffering; For a new creation, Sanctified as to bring. For He is not ashamed, To call Him a brother; And why we have proclaimed, Unto one another. I am singing His praise, To the congregation; Trusting in Him always, As a new creation. For I am His child, Sharing the flesh and blood; No longer defiled, As baptized in the flood. Through death, He might destroy, Powers of the devil; Righteousness to employ, Powers over evil. Deliver all who fear, And bondage as a slave; That confess to revere, To rescue from the grave. Not the angels to aid, But He helps the offspring; From the seed that was made, Of Abraham to cling. He might be merciful, Be able to show respect; Always being faithful, And never to reject. Make propitiation, For seduction of sin; No more a temptation, To corrupt you within. Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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