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| THREE NAILS |
| Three nails, a crown of thorns, and a tree Took Your life and gave it to me. Two nails for Your hands and one for Your feet A crown of thorns shoved into Your head They nailed You to that old rugged tree For six hours You hung there and bled You chose to be the Lamb of sacrifice That took away my sin Washed away with Your blood Never to be remembered again There's not enough money in the world The hills can't hold enough gold There's not enough silver in all the mines To pay the debt I owe For me You gave Your life A love so divine It's no sacrifice, Lord I gladly give You mine |
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| Christ took the form of a servant, and offered sacrifice. Himself the priest, Himself the victim. "He was wounded for our trangressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him." Christ was treated as we deserved, that we might be treated as He deserves. He was condemned for our sins, in which He had no share, that we might be justified by His righteousness, in which we had no share. He suffered the death which was ours, that we might receive the life that was His. " With His stripes we are healed." ( exerpt from " Desire of Ages" ) |
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