From Highest Heaven

The call goes out from high­est Heav­en

From that great Voice whose vast de­cree

Calls out of no­thing all cre­ation

And brings to birth eter­ni­ty.

Go down

My Son

go down from Heav­en

Bring My be­lov­èd home to Me.

Go find her

lost

aban­doned

ru­ined

Storm-tossed in sin’s re­lent­less sea.

Now speaks the Prince of high­est Heav­en

Whose light no ser­aph can en­dure—

Who owns the glo­ries of the God­head

By right and ti­tle all-se­cure.

Yes

I will go

go down from Heav­en

To find our lost

our wan­d’ring bride

I’ll bring her home

what­e’er it cost Me—

I’ll bring her home

though I must die.

Now see Him plunge from high­est Heav­en

Through light-years dark

to vir­gin’s womb

Enfleshed in dust and human weak­ness:

A bo­dy des­tined for a tomb.

A long

long way from high­est Heav­en

He walks the ground from which He made

The Man whose sons He has come seek­ing

The cap­tives Sa­tan has be­trayed.

With tears He cries to high­est Heav­en

Lord

let this cup now pass from Me!

His blood pours down His sweat­ing fore­head;

At hor­ror’s brink

oh

what He sees!

But He sub­mits to high­est Heav­en

Not Mine

but Thy own will be done.

He rises

strength­ened by an an­gel:

Ahead there’s bat­tle to be won.

The migh­ty wrath of high­est Heav­en

Falls down up­on bright Heav­en’s Son.

A rage om­ni­po­tent and right­eous

Burns down up­on the chos­en One.

The Ene­my of high­est Heav­en

With snarl­ing teeth and slash­ing claw

With howls of sav­age ac­cu­sa­tion

Calls down the curs­es of the Law!

Before the bar of high­est Heav­en

The Son of God con­vict­ed stands;

My guil­ty con­science burns with­in Him

Because my crimes are on His hands.

The sen­tence falls from high­est Heav­en

Unleashing Hell up­on His own

The Se­cond Death con­sumes the Sac­ri­fice.

So per­fect mer­cy can be shown.

Again the Voice of high­est Heav­en

Speaks life in­to a three-days’ grave

And there tri­umph­ant

death de­feat­ing

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The God-man comes

migh­ty to save!

He will re­turn from high­est Heav­en

Ten mill­ion an­gels in His train:

He’ll claim the blood-bought bride He ran­somed

To love while high­est Heav’n re­mains.