December 26, 2017

But This Gospel

Thy Kingdom come, here as in heav’n, we plead we pray.
But this gospel who can believe, and what to whom is now revealed?
I believe, Lord, my doubts assuage, help me today!

Many will come, rule in my name: esteemed of men, admired and crowned.
But lo a child, born in a barn: of no esteem, by men despised.
Thy Kingdom come, here as in heav’n, we plead we pray.

Nations shall rise, kingdoms shall war, doom and despair, death and the grave.
But he is called: the Prince of Peace—no war, no death, forevermore.
I believe, Lord, my doubts assuage, help me today!

Against this low, wannabe king, devils and men, they seethe and rage.
But God decrees: “No end shall be of his kingdom and of his rule.”
Thy Kingdom come, here as in heav’n, we plead we pray.

Yet injustice, with oppression, affliction too: this king they slew!
But by suff’ring—how can it be--he justified many, you, me.
I believe, Lord, my doubts assuage, help me today!

They say he lives, they say he rules, they say he comes, the Prince of Peace.
But this gospel who can believe, and what to whom is now revealed?
Thy Kingdom come, here as in heav’n, we plead we pray.
I believe, Lord, my doubts assuage, help me today!

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