Oh Splendor and Golden Majesty,
the Son who came to set me free!
The gentle hand of God, this One,
my empty, fruitless life He won.
The work He did, a work of love,
In death, a sacrifice, a dove.
This Lamb of God, His purpose sure,
this sovereign majesty my cure.
His strength is more than we can know.
He conquered sin and death, the whole!
He brings us home to Father God
and takes away the stinging rod
Of sin that kept us far away,
The wrath of God He came to stay.
This God, He chose to bow His knee
that I could live and sin should flee!
For once a golden crown He wore,
and then a crown of thorns that tore!
With scourge of flesh and stripes that bled
this gentle, humble lamb was lead
To give His life upon a cross,
that death should lose and suffer loss?!
Those precious hands and feet with nail...
By love constrained I shout the tale!
In death he conquered enemy,
Yes, Satan, sin and death for me!
And then He rose triumphant sure,
His glowing, righteous life so pure!
That all who come to Him are free.
He is Splendor and Golden Majesty.