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Our sins were laid
on the Saviour's head,
The curse by our Lord was borne;
For us a victim our Surety bled,
And endured that death of scorn;
Himself He gave
our poor hearts to win
(Lord, never was love like Thine!)
From the paths of folly,
and shame, and sin,
And fill them with joys divine.
Now void is the place
where our Saviour lay
When He entered the gloomy grave;
That by death He the power
of death might slay
And His lambs from the lion save.
Oh! glorious time
when the Victor arose!
He liveth, no more to die;
He hath bruised the head
of our mighty foes,
For us was His victory!
The gates of heaven
are opened wide,
At His name all the angels bow;
The Son of man who was crucified
Is the King of glory now:
We love to look up
and behold Him there,
The Lamb for His chosen slain;
And soon shall His saints
all His glories share,
With their Head
and their Lord shall reign.
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