7. Thou Son of God--The Woman's Seed

8,8,6.
by J.G. Deck
1
Thou Son of God — the woman’s seed
 
Who didst for us on Calv’ry bleed,
 
And bear our heavy load;
 
Spoiler of death’s o’erwhelming power,
 
O’ercome by Thee in that dread hour;
 
Thou holy One of God!
2
Thy blood we sing; by that alone,
 
With boldness to th’ eternal throne,
 
Through Thee we now draw nigh;
 
It blots out every stain of sin,
 
Washes the guilty conscience clean,
 
And makes th’ accuser fly.
3
Behold us, Lord! a feeble band,
 
In conflict with the foe we stand,
 
The ransomed of Thy cross;
 
We sing the triumphs of Thy name;
 
All other glory here is shame,
 
All other gain’s but loss.
“Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savor of his knowledge by us in every place.” (2 Corinthians 2:14)
“Whose end is destruction, whose God is their belly, and whose glory is in their shame, who mind earthly things.)” (Philippians 3:19)
“Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ.” (Philippians 3:8)
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