Pristine Grace

In Everlasting Sovereign Grace
by Danny Harris

If when I die I fear death.
When the Lord shall stop my breath.
Lord let me think upon your love.
How you died this sinners death.

Blood stained brow, nail pierced hands.
The King of Glory stands.
Offering mercy for all who look.
To the cross my sins he took.

How can Gods justice be satisfied?
To a hell bound sinner condemned to die.
Substitution personified.
In my place he bled and died.

Father why has thou forsaken me?
It is finished was his plea.
Death is conquered in victory.
Now the blind may see.

Now ascended to heavens high.
To hear a humbled sinners cry.
Bow down bow down upon your face
In everlasting sovereign Grace