Is there a hope to flee from hell?
Can we escape our past?
Can blood of Jesus make things well?
And set us free at last
Is not death’s curse still hanging high?
Harvesting night and day!
What hope is left the day we die?
When sin’s foul wage we pay
Surrender to The Truth that lives
Give in to hope supreme
Receive in faith what Heaven gives
From life’s eternal Stream
When turning our backs to wayward sin
Though heights we fail to climb
Life’s race by faith we all can win
And stand the test of time
Believing on The Father’s word
Christ Jesus came to save
We’ll prosper in facts we’ve heard
And surely see no grave
What else but love would pay the cost?
What else but love would try?
Who else would love the sick and lost?
And those condemned to die
Be one with God be one with Christ
Be of the chosen few
Believe in Jesus sacrificed
And drink of Heaven’s Dew
In truth life’s hope resides in death
Making election sure
Look forward to that final breath
Opening Heaven’s door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem