The tale is told of Robert the Bruce
In 14th century Scotland
Escaped his English captors
as
He and his men were being
chased through the forest
His own bloodhounds were being
used to track him
His men had almost given up
As they heard those hounds;
baying for their blood
When Robert the Bruce jumped into the stream
And waded upstream: along
that blessed stream
His scent was washed away;
no longer in danger
From those baying hounds;
though urged on and on
They could not follow; could
no longer find his trail
He and his men were saved;
escaped that fate
He was later crowned King of Scotland
Thus it is today; in our
lives
Satan thinks to set those
sin hounds loose upon us
Baying for our blood;
keeping our sins before us
Never to let us forget them
But we are saved; we are
forgiven
Our dear Lord Jesus has
saved us all!
His precious blood; is that Stream of Grace
We are saved; cleansed anew
Because Jesus washed us
clean
With His precious blood; on Calvary !
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