O GOD OF MY EXODUS,
Great
was the joy of Israel’s sons, when Egypt died upon the shore,
Far
greater the joy when the Redeemer’s foe lay crushed in the dust.
Jesus
strides forth as the victor, conqueror of death, hell, and all opposing might;
He
bursts the bands of death, tramples the powers of darkness down, and lives for
ever.
He,
my gracious surety, apprehended for payment of my debt, comes forth from the
prison house of the grave free, and triumphant over sin, Satan, and death.
Show
me herein the proof that his vicarious offering is accepted, that the claims of
justice are satisfied, that the devil’s scepter is shivered, that his wrongful
throne is leveled.
Give
me the assurance that in Christ I died, in him I rose, in his life live, in his
victory I triumph, in his ascension I shall be glorified.
Adorable
Redeemer, thou who was lifted up upon a cross art ascended to highest heaven.
Thou,
who as Man of sorrows wast crowned with thorns, art now as Lord of life wreathed
with glory.
Once,
no shame more deep than mine, no agony more bitter, no death more cruel.
Now,
no exaltation more high, no life more
glorious, no advocate more effective.
Thou
art in the triumph car leading captive thine enemies behind thee.
What
more could be done than thou hast done!
Thy
death is my life, thy resurrection my peace, thy ascension my hope, thy prayers
my comfort.
From
The Valley of Vision pages 86,87
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