Jehovah-Shalem⁠—The Lord Send Peace

I

Jesus, whose blood so freely stream’d
To satisfy the law’s demand,
By thee from guilt and wrath redeem’d,
Before the Father’s face I stand.

II

To reconcile offending man,
Made Justice drop her angry rod;
What creature could have form’d the plan,
Or who fulfill it but a God?

III

No drop remains of all the curse
For wretches who deserved the whole;
No arrows dipp’d in wrath to pierce
The guilty but returning soul.

IV

Peace by such means, so dearly bought,
What rebel could have hoped to see?
Peace, by his injured Sovereign wrought,
His Sovereign fasten’d to the tree!

V

Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare;
For strife with earth and hell begins;
Confirm and gird me for the war;
They hate the soul that hates his sins.

VI

Let them in horrid league agree!
They may assault, they may distress,
But cannot quench thy love to me,
Nor rob me of the Lord my peace.