O Thou who didst thy glory leave
Apostate sinners to retrieve
From nature's deadly fall;
Me thou hast purchased with a price,
Nor shall my crimes in judgment rise,
For thou hast borne them all.
Jesus was punished in my stead,
Without the gate my Surety bled,
To expiate my stain;
On earth the Godhead deign'd to dwell,
And made of infinite avail,
The suffr'ings of the man.
And was he for his rebels giv'n?
He was: th' incarnate King of heav'n
Did for his foes expire;
Amaz'd, O earth, the tidings hear
He bore, that we might never bear,
His Father's righteous ire.
Ye saints, the man of sorrows bless,
The God for your unrighteousness
Deputed to atone:
Praise him till, with the heav'nly throng,
Ye sing the never-ending song,
And see him on his throne.
Augustus Toplady
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He gave me back the bond;
It was a heavy debt;
And as he gave he smiled and said,
“Thou wilt not me forget.”
He gave me back the bond;
The seal was torn away;
And as he gave he smiled and said,
“Think thou of me alway.”
That bond I still will keep,
Although it canceled be,
It tells me of the love of him
Who paid the debt for me.
I look on it and smile;
I look again and weep;
That record of his love for me
I will for ever keep.
It is a bond no more;
But it shall ever tell
All that I owed was fully paid
By my Immanuel.
Charles Stanley
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