Brethren Archive Exploring the history of some of those known as "Plymouth Brethren", and a few other things.


NUMBER: 227

Lord, E'en To Death Thy Love Could Go



1 LORD, e'en to death Thy love could go,
A death of shame and loss,
To vanquish for us every foe,
And break the strong man's force.

2 Oh! what a load was Thine to bear
Alone in that dark hour,
Our sins in all their terror there,
God's wrath and Satan's power!

3 The storm that bowed Thy blessed head
Is hushed for ever now,
And rest divine is ours instead,
Whilst glory crowns Thy brow.

4 Within the Father's house on high,
We soon shall sing Thy praise;
But here, where Thou didst bleed and die,
We learn that song to raise.





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