Salvation’s Cost

 

What exchange can give

A man of anything to live?

Many a man would not believe

Though water hold in a sieve

 

What fosters doubt mere

Keeps the mind from truth bare

Kindled atoms of evil flare

Blown thither and here

 

Quelling this fear in myriads

Nothing could thus raid

Save that a sovereign^* soul’s paid

Not after we all were made

 

We hum the price as free

Of our Saviour’s actual fee

Seeing His blood on a tree

Dare we to call it free?

 

A treasure in a field found

Though foolish it does sound

A man would sell to the ground

‘Til in his possession it abound             ~

How much could afford

A man, even if he did hoard

All that lifts a life bored

Than to cast from life’s boat, all overboard?

 

Salvation is thus priceless

Only by blood, nothing less

Will find himself in eternal mess

One that thinks any less

 

1 Peter 1:18-19  “God paid a ransom to save you from the impossible road to heaven which your fathers tried to take, and the ransom he paid was not mere gold or silver as you very well know. ¹⁹ But he paid for you with the precious lifeblood of Christ, the sinless, spotless Lamb of God.” (TLB)