The Lamb was slain, His precious blood,
On Calvary’s awful tree was shed,
He, for the contrite sinner stood,
And bore the judgment in his stead.
Proclaimer of that peace to all,
He tells of full, unmingled grace,
To high and low who hear that call,—
To young and old of Adam’s race.
Behold Him now exalted high,
Upon the throne He took His seat,
O! wondrous grace, that we brought nigh,
And in Him, seated are complete.
ML 11/29/1925