He is Risen!

The Lamb was the sacrifice. 

He suffered.  He died.  

He is risen! 

On the throne of the universe sits a Lamb

slain for His love of sinful man;

a Lamb whose blood covered my disgrace

who suffered, who died, who bled in my place.

Pure, without blemish, was that Lamb

unknown in this world of sinful man.

Never has lived a one of man's race

who could suffer, could die, could stand in my place.

All the love of the Godhead is the Lamb

brought to our earth

the Great IAM

to be born, to live,

to die in my place,

for no sin was His, no guilt on his face.

Someday he'll come on a cloud -

The Great Lamb,

to reign,

and to rule,

and to judge sinful man.

We know not the hour

that on clouds made of lace

he'll arrive in the air

‘cross the sky He will race.

We know not when

in all time and all space.

He’ll arrive in a twinkling

and we'll see his dear face.

On the throne of the universe still sits the Lamb.