I SEE THE BLESSED SAVIOR
Don Fortner
I see the blessed Savior
Uplifted on the tree,
The law holds Him its captive,
That sinners might go free:
His blood, poured out in mercy,
It does for sin atone:
I hear Him cry, "It is finished!"
The work is fully done!
I see the mighty Victor,
Arising from the grave,
Death, hell and Satan vanquished,
This mighty God can save!
Christ took His place in heaven,
Upon the throne above:
To Him all pow'r is given
To save the souls He loves.
I hear Him interceding,
He spreads His wounded hands;
For sinners He is pleading,
More numerous than the sands:
He asks for those He purchased.
His blood is all He pleads:
The Father can't refuse Him,
He'll have His ransomed seed.
I trust You, Jesus, Savior,
I bow before Your throne;
By sov'reign mercy save me,
And take me for Your own!
Your blood's my only cleansing,
Your righteousness, my robe:
You are my only Refuge,
I have no other hope.
(Tune: Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus)
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