How Sweet It Is

How sweet it is to know,
The Lord God loves thee so.
Thou art the apple of His eye.
And so that thou mayest no more die,
He gave His only begotten Son,
Who, on the cross died after crying, "It is done."

Cherubim and seraphim wander in awe,
And praise their Maker evermore,
"What love Thou hast,
Contend to give Thy Best,
Upon Adam's ruined race
And thus to save them by Thy grace."

To every penitent heart, God says,
"Goodness and mercy all thy days
Shall surely follow thee.
Arise, repent, believe in Me.
Wait on Me, draw nigh,
And I'll bestow thee power from on high."

"In sickness and in health,
Poverty or wealth,
Life or death, I will be ever near,
And to all the sorrowful, I will truly hold dear.
I love thee that much, I was thy sacrifice
To atone fully for thy sins, yea, I paid the price."

By: Lawrence Rue