Law, Fulfilled

To sip upon His judgments
And not expect to die,
Though losing win with medicine
That kills all sin in I.

To drink a draught of liquor
That swoons the sordid flesh,
And fall asleep beneath death's keep,
A covenant made fresh.

To swallow up God's mercy
Within a cup of wrath,
And fear no more what lies in store
But dance on Spirit's path.

To taste a sponge of poison
And go weak at the knees,
Then wake in Hell and there go tell
The captives they be free.

To pour wine with Elijah,
Before the throne of grace,
There with my Lord, his blood outpoured,
And look upon the face

Of God, Lord of Creation,
Of God, Ancient of Days
Of God with Us, Alive in Us
Of God, His Name be praised!