Creator King

Jesus Christ is our Creator King;
Nothing to this world we bring.
From Him we receive everything;
To Him our souls were made to sing.

Though Almighty, He’s tender like a dove.
He created us to know His love.
But instead of trusting Him above,
In our sin the Light away we shove.

Made to forever dwell inside His garden,
Toward Him our stubborn hearts did harden.
Yet He offers to us gracious pardon,
By faith in Christ, Sin’s stings now are done.

Out the life He gave to us we spit,
But He didn’t abandon us to the pit.
To graciously our sin remit,
In our place to die He did submit.

From the cup of wrath He did not sip,
But with both hands in love did grip,
Raised the froth up to His lip,
And drained it down to the last drip.

For on the cross God’s Son was lifted,
And by Death itself was sifted.
His blood was shed and flesh was rifted,
So that to us life now is gifted.

That we might of sin be rid,
Jesus was buried behind stone lid,
And though into the tomb He slid,
To keep Him there God did forbid.

For though He died God raised Him up;
He knew no sin but drained the cup.
Come trust in Him; in Heaven we’ll sup;
By grace through faith all are raised up.

Our Creator King is Christ the Lord;
From Heaven on high His grace is poured.
He desires all to be restored;
He accomplished this and in victory roared:

“It is finished;” the war is won.
Death’s been defeated by God’s own Son.
His wrath for sin we can’t outrun,
But all are saved by trust in this One.

Up to Him, your eyes now lift;
Despair not over Sin’s wide rift.
For though Hell’s asked for you to sift,
Christ has not left us adrift.