A Ransom for the Flock

All we like sheep have gone astray,

We broke the fold of God,

Each wand'ring in a diff'rent way,

But all the downward road.

Oh how that hour was filled with dread

When our iniquities

Were laid upon the Shepherd's head!

And the ransom set us free!

And for the joy set before him He despised the shame alone

And once He had endured the cross He is seated at the throne

At the Father’s right hand, seated at the throne

Where we approach God boldly because of what He’s done.

How glorious was the grace

When justice smote the Rock

His life and blood the Shepherd pays

A ransom for the flock.

His honor and his dying breath

Were taken both away,

Joined with the wicked in his death,

And made as vile as they.

And for the joy set before him He despised the shame alone

And once He had endured the cross He is seated at the throne

At the Father’s right hand, seated at the throne

Where we approach God boldly because of what He’s done.

But God shall raise his head indeed

O'er all the sons of men,

And multiply salvation’s seed,

To recompense his pain.

"I'll give him," saith the Lord of hosts

A portion with the strong;

And in Him all shall make their boast

And hold his honors long."

And for the joy set before him He despised the shame alone

And once He had endured the cross He is seated at the throne

At the Father’s right hand, seated at the throne

Where we approach God boldly because of what He’s done.

Adapted from Isaac Watts

Anthony Foster

July 13, 2018