From Spencer

Out amongst the debris
On a hill of lonely fears
The powers of death and hatred
Brought screams of dread and tears

 

The anguished cry to Father
Seemed to fall at his feet
The witness of rejection
Upon his flesh, torn as meat

Yet unto his end he came
For sinful souls like me
To clothe me in a robe of gold
And bathe my weary feet

And on his day of triumph
When we hear the trumpet call
A gift of life eternal
In the Lamb's great banquet hall

Then ever more our praises
Unto Jesus we shall sing
And all our crowns to cast aside
In the presence of the King

Singing Jesus, Jesus
Great and mighty King
Our praise and adoration
For ever more shall ring

Yet for now a veil of sorrows
Passing through this darkened land
As children trusting Jesus
We hold the father's hand

(15.4.04)