Song of the Bondslave

(Exodus 21:5-6)

Lord, pierce my ear I’m standing at the threshold
Wound me, I pray Here at you door.
I would be wounded here upon the threshold
Because I know that you’ve been here before.

[CHORUS]
And I will dwell within your house forever
To hear your voice, my greatest joy shall be
To wear the ring of a faithful servant
My freedom trade for precious liberty.

And when I think, that you your life not sparing
Gave it to die, I scarce can take it in
That on the cross my burdens gladly bearing
Your were pierced to take away my sin.

[Chorus]

Lord, pierce my ear I’m standing at the threshold
Wound me, I pray Here at you door.
I would be wounded here upon the threshold
Because I know that you’ve been here before.