One has been found We have found
Slain, in the land; who A heifer never
Is the slayer? Subject to man’s will.
Measure with the reed; Bring it to the watercourse
Is that the nearest city, Which has its spring
Jerusalem? Beyond the will of man.
Measure more closely Take the heifer
The line stretches to To the flowing watercourse
Heart and conscience. Break its neck there.
The blood of Jesus
Is the only atonement
For the sin that shed it.
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