Once
by L. C.

A perfect, spotless, flawless One,
By God, for all our sakes, made sin;
That when the ages' course has run,
His full perfection may come in.

Once only did the Father strike,
But oh how sore that stroke to Him!
No sacrifice of old was like
That awful tragedy so grim.

O may we grasp how great this deed,
How it forefends God's every loss,
Fully Christ has met man's need
By dying on the accursed cross!