Of the angry scoffers’ chant.
He bore our sin debt for us.
And He would not recant!
And now He faces the music,
We’d offer all our days.
The Holy Scriptures tell us,
He inhabiteth our praise!
And he faces, too, the music,
Of angels and hosts above.
Who sing up there their praises,
Before the Son of Love!
Yea, there He faces the music,
A song we are not yet given
To sing with untellable choirs,
Of angels and hosts in Heaven!
But, how does he face the music
The world would give Him here.
Its words so oft repetitive.
Its message so oft unclear?!
Ah, soon we will “face the music”
Of our deeds down here on earth.
All the things that we committed,
From the hour of our new birth!
Oh, what will be our finding,
When we stand up there ere long,
Stand face to face before him,
With the music of our life’s song!