You were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your forefathers, not with perishable things such as silver or gold, but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without blemish or spot.
~1 Peter 1:18-19
Once on a dreary mountain, we wandered far and wide
Far from the cleansing fountain, far from the pierced side
But Jesus sought and found us, and washed our guilt away
With cords of love He bound us to be His own today
Dear Lord, receive the glory of each recovered soul
Oh who can tell the story of love that made us whole?
Not ours, not ours the merit; be Yours alone the praise
And ours a thankful spirit to serve You all our days
Now keep us, holy Savior, in Your true love and fear
And grant us by Your favor the grace to persevere
Till in Your new creation, when earth meets heaven’s shore
We find our full salvation and praise You ever more
Redeemed, restored, forgiven
Through Jesus’ precious blood
Heirs of His home in heaven
O praise our pardoning God!
“The Bible is the portrait of Jesus Christ.” ~John Stott
This post is written by Brendan Beale, author of Cross Connections