HYMN 108
C. M.
Access to the throne of grace by a mediator.
481 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there Upon a throne of love. | Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath, And shot devouring flame Our God appeared "consuming fire," And Vengeance was his name. | Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood That calmed his frowning face, That sprinkled o'er the burning throne, And turned the wrath to grace. | Now we may bow before his feet, And venture near the Lord; No fiery cherub guards his seat, Nor double-flaming sword. | The peaceful gates of heav'nly bliss Are opened by the Son; High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th' almighty throne. | To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, Great Advocate on high; And glory to th' eternal King, That lays his fury by. | |