Music by Hugh Wilson, words by James G. Deck
The veil is rent: now Jesus stands
Before the throne of grace;
The glory of the Lord appears
And fills that holy place.
His precious blood is sprinkled there,
Before and on the throne;
And His own wounds in heaven declare:
The work that saves is done.
It's finished! Here our souls can rest,
His work can never fail;
By Him, our sacrifice and priest,
We enter through the veil.
Within the holiest of all,
Cleansed by His precious blood,
Before the throne we prostrate fall,
And worship You, our God.
Boldly our heart and voice we raise,
His name, His blood, our plea;
Assured our prayers and songs of praise
Ascend, by Christ to You.