Precious love, so unselfish and pure;
For man's sinful soul, the only cure.
Life-blood dripping from outstretched arm;
Healing flow to wash away all harm.
A soul so innocent and shining white,
Accepted the darkness of sin's foul blight.
A heart so filled with forgiveness and love,
Was rejected and scorned, this heavenly dove.
With power imbued, our rightful King;
His praises the angels and seraphim sing.
Yet for love of man, the child so lost,
He suffered and bled, at frightful cost.
His life He gave, this loving Lord;
When man earned naught but Death's own sword!
Our sorrows he bore, our sentence endured,
While we mocked and scorned his holy word.
How Satan gloated with laughter cruel,
For he had won this ancient duel!
Hatred and evil had trampled love,
For man slew the gift from Heaven above!
But as Satan danced in unholy glee,
The Lord of Light shattered Death's dark decree!
Oh Death, where now thy sting? Or grave thy victory?
The Son of God is triumphant and free!
The price has been paid, and our freedom bought.
Our hope is restored, and Heaven our lot.
Our future now shines with promise so bright,
For we are redeemed, and Glory's in sight!
