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HYMN 108. (C. M.) Access to the Throne of Grace by a Mediator.

I

Come let us lift our joyful eyes
Up to the courts above,
And smile to see our Father there
Upon a throne of love.

II

Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath,
And shot devouring flame;
Our God appear'd consuming fire,
And vengeance was his name.

III

Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood
That calm'd his frowning face,
That sprinkled o'er the burning throne,
And turn'd the wrath to grace.

IV

Now we may bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guards his seat,
Nor double flaming sword.

V

The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss
Are open'd by the Son;
High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach the almighty throne.

VI

To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high:
And glory to th'Eternal King
That lays his fury by.