Ascend the heights of love divine,
As God with satisfaction looks;
Delights in Jesus’ victory won,
Our record taken from His books.
Ascend the towering peaks of love,
God’s curse on sin descends on Him;
The Father watches from above,
Our guilt and shame laid all on him.
Ascend the utmost pitch of love,
Enter this stage of tragedy;
The Son of God His blood to save,
To bear sin’s awful penalty.
Ascend the highest stage of love,
Be still and know the painful price;
Step up and see our Father give,
His only Son to take our place.
Ascend the heights of love divine,
As God with satisfaction looks;
Delights in Jesus’ victory won,
Our record taken from His books.
(Tune: Rimington; Duke St; LM)
(© James R. Hamilton – Written Wednesday, 18th, August, 2004)
