Jesus Christ

January 25, 2016

Jesus, son of most high God,

My only need, I look, awed.

His majesty, the perfect view,

I strive, His character to pursue.

The one and only holy one

Sin in Him, there was none.

The perfect sacrificial lamb

To Jesus, servant, now I am.

For to Him I gave my life

So all of His own strife

Would not be done in vain

But in my life, He would reign

As king and ruler of my heart

And I would be set apart.

This, to show the world the love

That once came down from above

To save mankind from his own sin

If only they would let Him in.

Christ, my only need, ‘tis true.

This, I will share with you

In hopes that you will come to Him

And let Him save you from your sin.

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