In the Zornes’ home, we have begun the tradition of reading a few hymns after dinner. It has become a rather delightful exercise. While Marlé has not yet learned to appreciate the profundity which daddy reads, it is so important to me as a father that my children grow up surrounded by the rich heritage of our faith. This hymn, by the illustrious Isaac Watts, is one that stood out to me. Imagine, as a child, growing up understanding that, by being a part of God’s people, you’re on the winning team. One of the saddest aspects of the modern Church’s condition is that we act as if we are being licked on the playing field and having it handed to us. In reality, we are the team that has the All-star player, who single handedly wiped the floor with the opposing team’s best player (making him look like a scrawny pip-squeak).
If we are to see any change in this culture, we must begin walking with the authority that is bequeathed to us by our Captain and our King! This alone will shake the gates of hell. It is time we begin singing such songs once more, and raising our children to walk with a confidence in the victory of Jesus Christ!
1 I sing my Saviour’s wondrous death;
He conquered when he fell.
“’Tis finished!” said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.
2 “’Tis finished!” our Immanuel cries;
The dreadful work is done.
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise;
His kingdom is begun.
3 His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,
When through the regions of the dead
He passed to reach the crown.
4 Exalted at his Father’s side,
Sits our victorious Lord;
To heaven and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.
5 The saints from his propitious eye
Await their several crowns;
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.