When devils roar and Christ is sad; And all His future's dark and bad; He faced His Father's wrath so mad; To Him all sins our God would add; He'd lose the pleasure of His Dad; Alone, forsaken – no more glad; But on that cross He conquered bad; And took away His Father's mad; Rose up alive in light He's clad; And now to us His goodness add; All sins forgiven we are glad; Someday all joy and no more sad!
With soul in sorrow He could die; He'd pray and sweat and loudly cry; "Oh Father let this cup pass by! For You can do all things on high! Your will be done – I will comply!" This prayer is hard – we can't deny; Was Jesus' love now spent and dry? From Him did faith and boldness fly? Is our King weak as death drew nigh? A million "No's!" we must reply! Our King is King of kings on high! He's perfect man in every eye; His prayer shows us a perfect cry; Perfect fear – from wrath He'd fly; Perfect hate – toward sin defy; Perfect joy in God nearby; The perfect Man must pray this cry! But on His God He would rely; And give His life and finally die; Then rise to ascend in the sky; And our salvation full apply!
That's my King! Do you know Him!?
Fear not mere men who bodies kill; And leave the souls untouched and still; But fear the God Who at His will; Casts souls and bodies with great zeal; Straight into hell – justice fulfill; Jesus obeyed with perfect skill; And feared His God Whose wrath would spill; All over Him on Calvary's hill; Millions of hells would be His pill; The darkest chill and greatest ill; Would be His plight – it was God's will; When perfect Man this fear did feel; His only prayer – He must appeal; His fear is perfectly ideal; Fear only God Who souls can kill!
Christ hated sin with perfect hate; He lived the righteous, sinless state; But knew He soon would bear the weight; Of all our sinful wicked freight; As sin our God would then equate; The perfect Savior Who's the Great; This cannot be for it's innate; That more than all, sin, Christ would hate! And so He prayed: "Father create! Another way – this cross negate!" But as He cried and lay prostrate; On His Father's will He'd wait!
The Father is Jesus' greatest delight; The joy they have is out of sight; So when Christ sees His terrible plight; The Father turns His back from sight; And says: "My only Son I'll smite!" He cannot take this darkest night; But for His Father's presence fight! With every fiber of His might; "Oh Father take the cross from sight!" But so we could be saved tonight; Our Savior died and did what's right; And rose again – our sovereign Knight; To be our joy and delight!
That's my King! That's my King!
With soul in sorrow He could die; He'd pray and sweat and loudly cry; "Oh Father let this cup pass by! For You can do all things on high! Your will be done – I will comply!" This prayer is hard – we can't deny; Was Jesus' love now spent and dry? From Him did faith and boldness fly? Is our King weak as death drew nigh? A million "No's!" we must reply! Our King is King of kings on high! He's perfect man in every eye; His prayer shows us a perfect cry; Perfect fear – from wrath He'd fly; Perfect hate – toward sin defy; Perfect joy in God nearby; The perfect Man must pray this cry! But on His God He would rely; And give His life and finally die; Then rise to ascend in the sky; And our salvation full apply!
That's my King! Do you know Him!?
Fear not mere men who bodies kill; And leave the souls untouched and still; But fear the God Who at His will; Casts souls and bodies with great zeal; Straight into hell – justice fulfill; Jesus obeyed with perfect skill; And feared His God Whose wrath would spill; All over Him on Calvary's hill; Millions of hells would be His pill; The darkest chill and greatest ill; Would be His plight – it was God's will; When perfect Man this fear did feel; His only prayer – He must appeal; His fear is perfectly ideal; Fear only God Who souls can kill!
Christ hated sin with perfect hate; He lived the righteous, sinless state; But knew He soon would bear the weight; Of all our sinful wicked freight; As sin our God would then equate; The perfect Savior Who's the Great; This cannot be for it's innate; That more than all, sin, Christ would hate! And so He prayed: "Father create! Another way – this cross negate!" But as He cried and lay prostrate; On His Father's will He'd wait!
The Father is Jesus' greatest delight; The joy they have is out of sight; So when Christ sees His terrible plight; The Father turns His back from sight; And says: "My only Son I'll smite!" He cannot take this darkest night; But for His Father's presence fight! With every fiber of His might; "Oh Father take the cross from sight!" But so we could be saved tonight; Our Savior died and did what's right; And rose again – our sovereign Knight; To be our joy and delight!
That's my King! That's my King!
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