No more veil! God bids me enter

By the new and living way

Not in trembling hope I venture,

Boldly I His call obey:

There, with Him, my God I meet,

God upon the mercy seat!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the robes of spotless whiteness,

With the blood of priceless worth,

He has gone into that brightness,

Christ rejected from the earth

Christ accepted there on high,

And in Him do I draw nigh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, the welcome I have found there,

God in all His love made known!

Oh, the glories that surround there,

Those accepted in His Son!

Who can tell the depths of bliss

Spoken by the Father’s kiss?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One with Him, 0 Lord, before

Thee,

There I live, and yet not I;

Christ it is who there adores

Thee;

Who more dear, or who more

nigh?

All the Father’s heart mine own

Mine and yet His Son’s alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All the worth I have before Him

Is the value of the Blood;

I present when I adore Him,

Christ the first-friuts unto God;

Him with joy doth God behold,

Thus is my acceptance told.