No terror of Your majesty
Leaven in the bread, leaven in the bread
Just a little here and a little there
A compromise
For the sake of high sounding nonsense
Having Godliness in form
But true power denied
Where is the talk of sin and hell
And the precious blood that covers all
Soaking the ground
At Blessed
Death no longer stings
Victory at the cross!
The tomb is empty!
My Redeemer lives!