From pondering election on a walk this afternoon.
From the godless sea of humanity, my God elected me. By grace so free, endless glory, the Lord He set me free!
In deaths decay & sorrow’s chain my savior bled and died. Three nails through flesh with skin & bone, his blood, my need, I rise.
Three days went down & He rose from ground & He broke deaths hellish sound. My sin was paid for, His glory made name for, and His courts my homeward bound.
The flames of sin, forever dimmed, my desires changed within. How bliss the glory, my life His story, made holy I begin.
So in sunlit skies or blackened nights, my song, His praise, will rise. Eternity will surely come & His victory be won.
And in death or pain, never in vain, I’ll surely rise again. Time will tell, this story well, by lives redeemed who fell.
So in closing statement, my joy to make it & certain He’ll show it well. My God He reigns & I’ll see His face, O Glorious Eternal Gain!
