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| How should the Lord keep back His sword 
 
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|  | 1. | How should the Lord keep back His sword | 
|  |  | from blood? | 
|  |  | "The soul that sinneth it shall surely die:" | 
|  |  | But ah, can Justice make His counsels good? | 
|  |  | Can Law bring in the glory from on high? | 
|  |  | Grace must provide a Lamb-a Ransom find; | 
|  |  | Redeem by One whom death no more may | 
|  |  | bind. | 
|  | 2. | "One poor wise man" hath cried, O God, to | 
|  |  | Thee; | 
|  |  | His blood is counted precious in Thy sight. | 
|  |  | He liveth, and His name shall ever be | 
|  |  | Thy praise, Thy glory, Thy supreme delight. | 
|  |  | By Jesus' blood-that new and living way- | 
|  |  | God's priests shall now within the holiest stay. | 
|  | 3. | The blood of bulls and goats for ages failed | 
|  |  | To purge the conscience, burdened sore with | 
|  |  | sins; | 
|  |  | Thy precious blood, O Lamb of God, | 
|  |  | prevailed- | 
|  |  | Through Thee, sweet Peace her endless reign | 
|  |  | begins. | 
|  |  | Thy blood hath made redemption e'en for me; | 
|  |  | Complete I stand, O risen Christ, in Thee. | 
|  | 4. | The precious blood of Christ, it speaketh | 
|  |  | peace | 
|  |  | To guilty sinners, groaning 'neath their load; | 
|  |  | To captive spirits it proclaims release, | 
|  |  | And Pharaoh's slaves become the "hosts of | 
|  |  | God." | 
|  |  | His flesh is meat-His blood is drink indeed; | 
|  |  | He died, He rose, His people's cause to plead. | 
|  | 5. | Oh, precious blood! poured freely forth for | 
|  |  | me, | 
|  |  | My sins are sunk beneath thy crimson tide. | 
|  |  | No more before th' Avenger's sword I flee! | 
|  |  | Christ is the Refuge-City, where I hide. | 
|  |  | My life's dark page, blood-sprinkled, gleameth | 
|  |  | white; | 
|  |  | My name shines forth in heaven in words of | 
|  |  | light. |