(Sunday, 3rd May 2026)
[Verse 1]
Before the worlds and ages rolled,
Christ dwelt beside the Father's throne;
The Firstborn Son, in glory bright,
Was loved by God and called His own.
He saw the works Jehovah wrought,
He knew the Father's holy way;
Then came to mend what sin had torn,
And bring lost souls to endless day.
[Chorus]
Rejoice, rejoice, O ransomed soul,
For Christ was wounded in thy place;
By stripes and blood, by grief and pain,
The Father opened doors of grace.
[Verse 2]
He came not by His own desire,
But by the Father's high command;
To heal the breach that Satan made,
When Adam fell in Eden's land.
He walked among the sons of men,
In flesh and weakness, grief and care;
Yet Heaven's Spirit filled His heart,
And holy truth was dwelling there.
[Chorus]
Rejoice, rejoice, O ransomed soul,
For Christ was wounded in thy place;
By stripes and blood, by grief and pain,
The Father opened doors of grace.
[Verse 3]
When all His earthly work was done,
The hour of sorrow then drew nigh;
The traitor walked within the fold,
Yet Heaven had chosen Christ to die.
Betrayed, arrested, bound, and tried,
He stood before the judgment seat;
Though death was set before His eyes,
He bowed not down to sin's deceit.
[Chorus]
Rejoice, rejoice, O ransomed soul,
For Christ was wounded in thy place;
By stripes and blood, by grief and pain,
The Father opened doors of grace.
[Verse 4]
They asked Him, "Art Thou Israel's King?"
He could have turned His words aside;
But truth was burning in His soul,
And truth, He never once denied.
Though weak with hunger, wounds, and shame,
Though beaten, mocked, and sore oppressed,
He stood upon the Father's word,
And passed the trial and the test.
[Chorus]
Rejoice, rejoice, O ransomed soul,
For Christ was wounded in thy place;
By stripes and blood, by grief and pain,
The Father opened doors of grace.
[Verse 5]
They scourged His back with cruel strokes,
His sacred blood flowed to the ground;
His form was marred beyond the sight,
His face with sorrow's veil was crowned.
The Man of griefs, despised, rejected,
Bore our burden, sin, and shame;
Wounded for our transgressions deep,
He opened life in Heaven's name.
[Chorus]
Rejoice, rejoice, O ransomed soul,
For Christ was wounded in thy place;
By stripes and blood, by grief and pain,
The Father opened doors of grace.
[Verse 6]
Beloved soul, despise not grace,
Nor let His suffering be in vain;
The blood that bought thy pardon free
Must cleanse thy heart from every stain.
For none shall mock the gift of God,
Nor taste His grace and turn away;
Enter His rest through holiness,
And walk with Christ till endless day.
[Chorus]
Rejoice, rejoice, O ransomed soul,
For Christ was wounded in thy place;
By stripes and blood, by grief and pain,
The Father opened doors of grace.
