The Sacrifice
God required a sacrifice,
unspotted, perfect, clean;
nothing less than His own Son,
the sacrifice supreme.
His life was laid down willingly
to redeem lost, fallen man,
without protest, without a word,
my sacrificial Lamb.
His blood was shed, poured out,
my soul to purify;
the Spirit's all consuming fire
the sacrifice applies.
Blessed, holy Son of God,
sweet perfume, divine,
the essence of Your sacrifice
has won this heart of mine.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
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