Step back from the vengeance, step back from the rod. Make room for the holy, fierce wrath of our God. The empires scheme and the nations rage, For fading crowns in the earth and the mud. There is only one battle that dictates it all. Not fought for the borders or mortal applause, The kings of the earth are but specks undone; The only war mattering already is won. Vengeance is His! Let the mortal be still. The cup of His fury, His justice will fill. when the Accuser stands up to demand Your soul as you wait Bring forth no reviling But look to the Proxy who rules We cry to the serpent who seeks to undo: “By the blood of the Lamb, may the Lord rebuke you!” and to the Saints the victory of Christ is imputed to you, His perfect obedience, faithful and true. Rest in the finished work, purchased in gore, The Proxy has conquered Vengeance is His! Let the mortal be still. The cup of His fury, His justice will fill. Step back from the vengeance, step back from the rod. Make room for the holy, fierce wrath of our God. down from the heavens came Word made flesh, To enter the fray and to conquer our death. He stood as our Proxy, our Federal Head, To crush the old serpent and rise The principalities cheered as He hung on the tree Thinking they won and it was God’s decree For the wrath we deserved fell on Jesus He drank the cup dry, and the battle was won! Vengeance is His! Let the mortal be still. The cup of His fury, His justice will fill. Step back from the vengeance, step back from the rod. Make room for the holy, fierce wrath of our God. [intro] lay down your malice We wrestle not flesh, we have no need to fight. We do not avenge, for the Lord will repay, He gathers the tares for the Judgment Day. The victory of Christ is imputed to you, His righteous obedience, faithful and true. Rest in the finished work, purchased in gore, The Proxy has conquered Vengeance is His! Let the mortal be still. The cup of His fury, His justice will fill. Step back from the vengeance, step back from the rod. Make room for the holy, fierce wrath of our God. Yes, make room for His justice, make room for His ire, The Lord is a holy, consuming fire. But for those who are hidden in Jesus the Son, The wrath is exhausted. The Proxy War's won. [Spoken] "He ransomed our lives from the futile and base, To fashion a people made holy by grace; So die to your sinning, be zealous for good, And glorify God as the blood-purchased should." [end[
