Through it all
The depths of sin that man can plumb
Were laid upon our God's own Son
We ne'er shall know, by His dear grace
How much He paid to take our case
Destruction's hand may reach our own
Each day on earth is just a loan
Our spirit quails, the horror great
As we stare at hell's wide gate
But through it all God's heaven shines
He'll save us body, soul and mind
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