Before the throne of grace;
And clouds of incense from His hands
Fill all that glorious place.
Before and on the throne;
And His own wounds in heav’n declare
His work on earth is done.
In agonies and blood;
’Tis finished: now He lives to plead
Before the face of God.
His work can never fail;
By Him, our Sacrifice and Priest
We enter through the veil.