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What Love Is This?


Anastasia's Poems

What love is this —
That on a cruel Roman tree
That cold and crim’nal day
The Lamb of God,
The Incarnate Son,
Was hanged to die instead of you and me?

What love is this —
That through eternal, boundless grace
That dark and hate-filled day
The pierced Lamb,
The sinless Son,
Gave Himself up so meekly in my place?

What love is this —
That by the shedding of His blood
That bitter, violent day
The wounded Lamb,
The afflicted Son,
Washed my soul spotless in His cleansing flood?

What love is this —
That through His gracious sacrifice
That holy, solemn day
The Lamb of glory,
The righteous Son,
Redeemed my soul and cleansed me at great price?

What love is this —
That through His triumph o’er the grave
That glorious Easter morn
The risen Lamb,
The victorious Son,
Crushed Satan’s head and freed all those enslaved?

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