Here Is Love

Here is love, vast as the ocean,
Lovingkindness as the flood,
When the Prince of Life, our Ransom,
Shed for us His precious blood.
Who His love will not remember?
Who can cease to sing His praise?
He can never be forgotten,
Throughout Heaven’s eternal days.

On the mount of crucifixion,
Fountains opened deep and wide;
Through the floodgates of God’s mercy
Flowed a vast and gracious tide.
Grace and love, like mighty rivers,
Poured incessant from above,
And Heaven’s peace and perfect justice
Kissed a guilty world in love.

Before The Throne Of God Above.

Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea.
A great high Priest whose Name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart.
I know that while in heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free.
For God the just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me.

Behold Him there the risen Lamb,
My perfect spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
King of glory and of grace,
One in Himself I cannot die.
My soul is purchased by His blood,
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ my Savior and my God!

Who is He?

Here is a song from our hymnal. The verses are questions, and the chorus is the answer to all the questions.

Who is He in yonder stall,
At whose feet the shepherds fall?

Chorus:
'Tis the Lord! oh wondrous story!
'Tis the Lord! the King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall,
Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all!

Who is He in deep distress,
Fasting in the wilderness?

Who is He the people bless
For His words of gentleness?

Who is He to whom they bring
All the sick and sorrowing?

Who is He that stands and weeps
At the grave where Lazarus sleeps?

Who is He the gathering throng
Greet with loud triumphant song?

Lo! at midnight, who is He
Prays in dark Gethsemane?

Who is He on yonder tree
Dies in grief and agony?

Who is He who from the grave
Comes to succor, help, and save?

Who is He who from His throne
Rules through all the worlds alone?

What a Savior!

Man of Sorrows! What a name
For the Son of God who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim!

Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned he stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless, we;
Spotless lamb of God was He:
Full atonement- can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die,
'It is finished' was His cry;
Now in heaven exalted high:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When he comes our glorious King,
All his ransomed home to bring,
Then anew this song we'll sing:
HALLELUJAH! WHAT A SAVIOR!