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To hear our Saviour say. With the debt He paid, and the path He laid, He spiritually freed man from decay. 'Tetelestai'...His blessed work done, Never needing to be done again; Though unbelieving humanity put to death the Son, By his love agape He covered every sin. The entire earth shook the moment He died, Most still in ignorance of what they truly had done; While some standing there cried, one Roman soldier with mouth opened wide, Said...'Truly this was the Son.' Of those predestinated to be among his elect, Our glorification draweth nigh; For He will descend with a shout, With his angels and saints about, Bringing to consummation His majestic utterance.....'Tetelestai.' Copyright 2005 David Gramata |
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