Like past witnesses, run faith's race; look to Jesus,
Faith's source and perfecter, Who bore the cross for us.
Accept the Lord's chast'ning; as fathers punish sons,
E'en so our Heavenly Father corrects His loved ones.
Take heart, shun bitterness and vice to see the Lord,
Don't be like Esau, who missed out on his reward.
You've come, not to Mount Sinai (though t'was awesome,
When there God with trumpet spoke), but to Mount Zion,
God's city, with angels, God our Judge, saints made pure,
And Jesus' new covenant, His blood sprinkled o'er.
Fear Him whose voice'll next change both earth's and heaven's look,
He's a consuming flame whose kingdom can't be shook.
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