The Remembrancer: 1911, Meditation, A (4:15)
TI 4:15{
sin,
sins
Thou Holy One of God;
Jehovah's sword awoke,
Thence flowed Thy precious blood.
Hail! boundless grace which sets me free,
Sin judged, my sins too borne by Thee,
That blood from judgment shieldeth me.
And I am Thine, through death
For me, where wrath impelled
Its billows all on Thee, And ever was annulled.
Thou liv'st—I live, Thy sorrow o'er;
Mine—Thine to share for evermore,
The Father's house, heaven's boundless store.
Be mine THY lowly path On earth till that blest day;
Nothing the world hath now To give or take away.
From all its shadows vain, I flee;
Hail! JESUS Savior, Lord, with Thee I come to spend eternity!