TO BE HIS
THRONE.
The Master, Saviour, Lord and
king,
Who gave his life
To ours redeem.
Hanging there in open shame,
For sinful man
He one day came.
He came to suffer there alone,
It was a cross
To be his throne.
So broken hearted he was
feeling,
But yet for us
New life was sealing.
To leave behind a throne so
golden,
A wooden cross
The Saviour holding.
Angels could have set him
free,
Instead he chose
To die for me.
Glory to the risen lamb,
Who by his grace
We’ll one day stand.
Justified before the king,
Who gave his life
To ours redeem.
Ivan