He chases after them
As they go out boldly.
Hating Gods chosen,
He pursues them coldly.
Since the day he’d enslaved them
And blinded their eyes,
he’d hated God’s promise
to deliver, when He heard their cries.
Pitiful slaves they were,
building his cities,
loving his idols,
and bound in his miseries.
Yet God chose them
before the foundations of the world were laid
To be sons and daughters
and no longer afraid.
For with a strong hand
Jehovah had promised to bring
his chosen bride out
clothed in white and wearing His ring.
An animal in the garden,
a firstborn from Abel,
a ram in the bush,
and unleavened bread on the table,
all signaled God’s promise
That a sinless substitute’s blood
would pay the ransom;
that only God could
save his people from their chains,
and bring them to a land
rich with God’s presence,
reconciled by His hand.
The substitute’s blood on the doorposts,
a mark of God’s people;
chosen in Christ,
not the strong, but the feeble.
The midnight hour came
when God’s wrath at sin
was brought on the head
of all sinful men.
But the angel of death passed over
the chosen of God;
for the innocent lamb
had suffered God’s rod
The only begotten
Son of his love
laid down His life
as gentle as a dove.
His blood on the doorposts,
a covering for them.
He will not lose one
of His sheep even when
Satan’s armies give chase
and death’s sea lies ahead;
unscalable mountains
surround with dread.
He will open the sea
And make a way through,
then crush Satan’s armies
Though they pursue.
The land that was promised to the Israel of God
Is an unshakeable kingdom and forever will be
Where God dwells with His people
No death will they see.