O holy night what sacred hope Love’s sympathy allowed
Come to redeem with His own blood a lost, unholy crowd
Where sacrifice of bulls and rams would never satisfy
And none amongst the Shepherd’s lambs could ever justify
O Lamb of God who knew no sin left heaven to become
The pure and perfect offering for He was God’s own Son
And though the Father knew the awful price that He would
pay
He saw, after death’s sacrifice glad Resurrection Day
...there His wrath was appeased; love looked beyond the
suffering
He beheld the accomplishment of life that death would
bring
Of many sons and daughters to glory, victorious
Because the blood of Jesus cleanses from unrighteousness
O holy dread, where Bethlehem welcomed Calvary’s Lamb
O manger-bed thy diadem was Yaweh’s Son, I AM
O come then, one and all, where once for all Life dashed
death’s sting
Salvation’s pioneer perfected through His suffering
Then let hearts leap for joy and love be bowed with tenderness
Let we who this true hope employ be filled with happiness
And let us reason together of grace whereby we go
For though our sins were scarlet now we are washed white as snow
O holy night, what sacred joy love’s sympathy allowed
On earth Peace and goodwill to man, prone to be vile and
proud
And when this life is over, death has no dominion then
If we believe we will receive eternal life. Amen
© Janet Martin
But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the
angels,
now crowned with glory and honor because He suffered death,
so
that by the grace of God He might taste death for everyone.
In
bringing many sons to glory, it was fitting for God,
for whom and
through whom all things exist,
For
both the One who sanctifies and those who are sanctified are of the
same family.
So Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers.
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