If God became a man
Surely we would plan
To love Him all the more
For all the sins He bore
Yet it was not in love
We gave His face a shove
How we loved to hate
And did not hesitate
Despising every trace
We spit upon his grace
And gave a bloody blow
To love that reached so low
Still He drank the bitter cup
When He was lifted up
On a cross was crushed
A last breath hushed
Judgment now is done
It has fallen on the Son
But to all who would refuse
They will forever lose
Blotted out of life
Into eternal strife
I was one who hated
My end had all been slated
Yet sins were washed away
Why I could not say
But Oh I am so glad
God is no longer mad
His wrath is satisfied
For Christ has justified
For the glory of his Name
There is longer blame
I stand forever right
My hate is now delight
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