145    7s     J. Kent
Peace made by the Blood of the Cross. Isa. 63. 2, 3

1 Christ exalted is our song,
  Hymned by all the blood-bought throng;
  To his throne our shouts shall rise;
  God with us by sacred ties.

2 Shout, believer, to thy God!
  He has once the wine-press trod;
  Peace procured by blood divine;
  Cancelled all thy sins and mine.

3 Here thy bleeding wounds are healed;
  Sin condemned and pardon sealed;
  Grace her empire still maintains;
  Christ without a rival reigns.

4 [Through corruption, felt within,
  Darkness, deadness, guilt, and sin,
  Still to Jesus turn thy eyes –
  Israel’s hope and sacrifice.]

5 In thy Surety thou art free;
  His dear hands were pierced for thee;
  With his spotless vesture on,
  Holy as the Holy One.

6 O the heights, the depths of grace,
  Shining with meridian blaze!
  Here the sacred records show
  Sinners black but comely too.

7 Saints dejected, cease to mourn;
  Faith shall soon to vision turn;
  Ye the kingdom shall obtain,
  And with Christ exalted reign.