By Thy Son led to Thy throne;
Praise and worship to Thee offer,
Abba’s lovingkindness own.
Thou art on the throne rejoicing,
Thine eternal plan is done:
Death and rising, lost ones finding—
We’re Thy people in Thy Son.
Which we all partake as one,
Clearly manifest in symbol
All the work of Thy dear Son.
On the cross, His body broken,
Made a new and living way;
We come forward, now ’tis open,
Gladly “Abba, Father” say.
Sins, transgressions, cleared away;
Righteousness and anger toward us
No more claim on us can lay.
His blood stands before Thee ever;
Better things it does proclaim.
Thus He’s silenced the accuser
And released us from self-blame.
What is man, O God, to Thee?
That Thou visit, even treasure,
Reconciling him to Thee.
Only man receives forgiveness,
Not the angels who rebelled.
To Thee, Father, praise ne’er ceases
For Thy grace unparalleled.