--By Sara Anne Kane
The Lord our God
Suffered and Died,--
That to our souls
His Blood could apply.
He washes us clean,--
Whiter than snow,--
Makes our faces shine
As the sun doth glow.
He lifts us up
When our limbs hang low,--
Gives us strength for each day
As to Him we pray.
Take courage,--look up!
Our redemption draweth nigh!
Some day soon
We'll meet Him in the sky!
Let us press on,
In our armors fully clad,--
Together we'll rejoice
And with Him be forever glad!