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Ten
Thousand Angels
Words and Music by Ray Overholt
Matthew 26:53
"Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father,
and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels?" |
Ti tusen engler
Matteus 26,53
53 Mener du at jeg ikke kan be min Far, og
han ville straks sende meg mer enn tolv legioner engler?
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They bound the hands of Jesus in the garden where
He prayed;
They led Him thro' the streets in shame.
They spat upon the Savior so pure and free from sin;
They said, "Crucify Him; He's to blame."
Refrain
He could have called ten thousand angels
To destroy the world and set Him free.
He could have called ten thousand angels,
But He died alone, for you and me.
Upon His precious head they placed a crown of thorns;
They laughed and said, "Behold the King!"
They struck Him and they cursed Him and
mocked His holy name
All alone He suffered everything.
Refrain
He could have called ten thousand angels
To destroy the world and set Him free.
He could have called ten thousand angels,
But He died alone, for you and me.
When they nailed Him to the cross, His mother stood nearby,
He said, "Woman, behold thy son!"
He cried, "I thirst for water," but they gave Him none to drink.
Then the sinful work of man was done.
Refrain
He could have called ten thousand angels
To destroy the world and set Him free.
He could have called ten thousand angels,
But He died alone, for you and me.
To the howling mob He yielded; He did not for mercy cry.
The cross of shame He took alone.
And when He cried, "It's finished," He gave Himself to die;
Salvation's wondrous plan was done.
Refrain
He could have called ten thousand angels
To destroy the world and set Him free.
He could have called ten thousand angels,
But He died alone, for you and me.
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De bandt fast Jesu hender der i hagen hvor han
bad.
De dro Ham gjennom by'n i skam.
De spyttet og slo Ham helt uten noen grunn.
De skrek: Korsfest, hva skal vel vi med Ham.
Kor:
Han kunne påkalt ti tusen engler
Til sitt forsvar og blitt satt fri,
Han kunne påkalt ti tusen engler
Men han dør alene, for deg og meg.
På hans hode de presset ned en tornekrans
De lo og sa: Hill deg Konge.
De slo ham og forbannet ham og spottet ut hans navn.
Helt alene led Han alt for meg.
Kor:
Han kunne påkalt ti tusen engler
Til sitt forsvar og blitt satt fri,
Han kunne påkalt ti tusen engler
Men han dør alene, for deg og meg.
Da de spikret ham til korset, Hans mor stod nært derved
Han sa: Kvinne, der er din sønn.
Han ropte ut, jeg tørster, men de gav ham ingenting.
Da var alle syndens verk fullført.
Kor:
Han kunne påkalt ti tusen engler
Til sitt forsvar og blitt satt fri,
Han kunne påkalt ti tusen engler
Men han dør alene, for deg og meg.
Til den brutale mobb han overgav seg uten flere ord.
Og korset bar han der i skam
Og da Jesus ropte ut at allting fullbrakt er.
En fullkommen frelse var da gjort.
Kor:
Han kunne påkalt ti tusen engler
Til sitt forsvar og blitt satt fri,
Han kunne påkalt ti tusen engler
Men han dør alene, for deg og meg.
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Til norsk ved Leon K. Jensen.
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