He Took My Place
My Savior took my place and died –
He gave His life for me.
His precious blood to me applied
Has made me ever free.
For on the cross my sin was laid
Upon God’s perfect Son;
The sinless One for me was made
As if my sin He’d done.
My record, black with guilt and shame,
Was given to Him there;
As me He died – O praise His Name!
Himself He did not spare.
Clothed in my sin, He died alone.
The Father could not look.
He turned His presence from His own
While earth in horror shook.
Condemned to die for what I’ve done
God’s wrath toward me He bore.
Behold the sorrow of the Son –
When all was done, He loudly cried,
“It’s finished!” All was done.
He bowed His head and freely died –
The victory was won.
My shame was gone, my guilt had fled,
My debt was paid in full.
The Father, pleased, received His dead.
Sin’s stains were white as wool.
As dawn began to break with light,
(Let all who live adore!)
The Lamb of God in garments bright
Arose to die no more!
He rose and shattered death with life,
He crushed the fearsome grave,
He lives victorious in the strife,
He came to seek and save.
Alive forever now He lives
Exalted over all.
Eternal life He freely gives
To any who will call.
To those who call upon His Name
And trust in Him alone,
He gives the hope His hosts proclaim
And names each as His own.
He takes their sin, and in its place
His righteousness He gives.
Oh what a change! What matchless grace!
My Savior ever lives.
And while He lives to intercede,
His gift of life is sure.
His precious blood will ever plead
While God shall still endure.
Now, in His place, I stand before
God’s throne in perfect light –
Christ’s righteousness forevermore
Is mine by gifted right.
My sins are gone – they’re mine no more
Since Jesus took them all.
His perfect life is furthermore
My own – I cannot fall.
How can it be? I do not know,
I cannot understand,
Why God would die His love to show.
And yet it’s what He planned.
Christ took my place and died for me
Then rose to make His mine.
I’ll praise Him through eternity
For love so vast, divine.
Christina Joy Hommes