Salvation Song

In the image of God, and after His likeness

We’re formed by omnipotent hands

The beauty we sense, deep longings for goodness

Betray His original plans.

But scarred by the fall, and broken from greatness

We wander a silent domain

For how can we sing in the land of our captor

Or echo a joyous refrain?

But the music of God, His heart full of mercy

Could not be cut off from the earth

And down from that throne, and out of God’s heaven

Came Jesus, obscure in his birth.

Acquainted with grief, ignored by the masses

A servant, a teacher, a song

To die on a cross, like a lamb to the slaughter

Despised by the arrogant throng.

Then out of the tomb, and up from the ashes

He rose again, mighty to save

Appeared on the earth, Ascended to heaven

Now where is your victory, O grave?

And though we were silent, a song has begun

A symphony over the land

And though we are scarred, all our chains have been broken

In Jesus, our Victor we stand.

Alleluia! Alleluia!

And though we are scarred, all our chains have been broken

In Jesus, our Victor we stand.