Still repenting over sins and dross.
Then at last the river I did cross,
To touch the throne.
That I find of Him to run the race!
Boldly now I come again to taste
My glorious Lord.
So I answered every altar-call,
Till I left the altar, left it all,
To touch the throne.
Leave your sins behind, the race now run.
Hallelujah! All the work is done—
The veil is gone!
Manna, law of life, and budding rod;
Christ Himself, the ark, is our abode—
Hallelujah!