He All Our Debt Did Pay

(CM)

While I am jour'ning here below,
I oft in darkness lie;
When doubt and fear I also know,
For without Christ, I die.

The Hope beyond all of these fears,
The Hope of that sweet day;
Sometimes removes all of these fears,
And takes my sins away.

For here I find no peaceful home,
But long with Christ to stay;
When will my fear and sin be gone,
In Hope of that sweet day.

Where doubt and fear, and death is gone,
And sorrow here below;
No more to feel to be alone,
Here pain and death to know.

Oh, Jesus, now reveal Thy Love,
Restore the former days;
Oh, may I look again above,
And feel Thy soft'ning rays.

Oh, may these doubts and fears be gone,
When I shall see Thy Face,
My heart rejoice in Thee, my Song
And feel Thy loving Grace.

While we must sojourn here below,
-Sometimes in darkness stay;
These troubles we will often know,
Till they are passed away;

Here Jesus too, shed many tears,
While here with us did stay;
He bore the wrath of God, so fierce,
To take our sins away;

Went to the cross, prepared a home,
That we with Him might stay;
So, from His Love we cannot roam,
Though sorrow be our day;

Though death and fear our souls may toss,
Strength shall be as our day;
For we too, must bear every cross,
Till they are took away.

The Hope of that home far away,
That Hope we long to see;
O! the peace of that lovely day !
From sin's pow'r to be free!

To be with Christ on that Bright Shore,
With Him in endless Day!
The sting of death to know no more,
Or in the earth to lay;

For Jesus has removed Death's sting,
Whose strength is through the Law;
It's sentence can no longer bring,
Our souls in death to draw;

When all these grievious things are gone,
And when they're done away;
We'll know that Christ died all alone,
As God, in earth did lay;

He too, did suffer shame and fear,
He too, knew old earth's day;
That we might read our title clear,
For He, our debt did pay;

Now, we too, are suffering here,
While His in us abound;
Which Jesus felt with every tear,
That fell from Him to ground.

What are our tears, with His compared,
Who gave His Life so free!
Though He, God's Own Son, was not spared,
But suffered misery;

When, there He hanged His Head and died,
His blood ran to the ground;
See! God, Who promised, had not lied,
When Life in Christ was found.

*Copyright Jan 2002

O. Allen Bailey

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