The Lamb was slain, His precious blood
On Calvary's awful tree was shed;
He for the guilty sinner stood,
And bore the judgment in his stead;
He has made peace.
And now He lives who once was dead.
Proclaimer of that peace to all,
He tells of full, unmingled grace;
To high and low—who hear the call—
To old and young of Adam's race,
He preaches peace;
And love divine shines in His face.
Behold Him now! Exalted high,
Upon the throne He took His seat;
Oh, wondrous grace, that we, brought nigh
And in Him seated, are complete;
He is our peace!
For light divine He's made us meet.