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Golden Majesty

by Clinton Herring © 2017

Oh, Splendor and Golden Majesty.
The gentle hand of God, this One.
The Son who came to set us free!
My empty, fruitless life He won.
The work He did, a work of love,
in death, a sacrifice, a dove.

This lamb of God, His purpose sure.
From sin He kept us far away.
This sovereign majesty, my cure.
The wrath of God He came to stay.
His strength is more than we can know.
He conquered death and sin, the whole!

This God, He chose to bow His knee.
He takes away the stinging rod.
Now I could live and sin should flee!
He brings us home to Father God.
For once a golden crown He wore,
and then a crown of thorns that tore!

With scourge of flesh and stripes that bled,
To give His life upon that cross.
This gentle, humble lamb was lead,
That death should die and suffer loss?!
Those precious hands and feet with nail…
By love constrained, I shout the tale!

In death He conquered enemies,
And then He rose triumphant sure,
Yes, Satan, sin and death for me!
His glowing, righteous life, so pure,
That all who come to Him are free!
He is Splendor and Golden Majesty!

Revelation 1:12-15
And when I turned I saw...someone like a son of man, dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. The hair on his head was white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters.

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