The tempter comes to tempt me,
he knows my weakness well,
his purpose is to drag me,
into the flames of hell.
I remind him of my Savior,
and the price He paid that day,
my faith it does not waver,
because His love is here to stay.

His blood is on the altar,
my savior's on the throne,
the Spirit He reminds me,
that heaven is my home.
All my tears and troubles,
the Father wipes away,
because His blood is on the altar,
my sin is washed away.
THE ALTAR
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