Christ
came to the earth to take up our condition,
To
rescue us sinners from death and disaster,
Redeeming
by blood from mere human tradition
Whatever
it cost Him: “How great is our Master!”
How
vast was the muster of all that’s unholy
To
challenge the Saviour, but His power was vaster;
Amidst
their deployment His conduct was lowly,
Yet
love overthrew them: “How great is our
Master!”
If
man’s power was evil and Satan vexatious,
Most
sore was God’s sword stroke against
Christ, our Pastor,
He
bore it entirely because He is gracious:
His
ransomed saints praise Him - “How great
is our Master!”
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