Heb. x. 19.
No
more veil! God bids me enter
By
the new and living
way--
Not
in trembling hope I venture,
Boldly
I His call
obey;
There,
with Him, my God, I meet
God
upon the mercy-seat!
In
the robes of spotless whiteness,
With
the Blood of priceless
worth,
He
has gone into that brightness,
Christ
rejected from the
earth--
Christ
accepted there on high,
And
in Him do I draw nigh.
Oh
the welcome I have found there,
God
in all His love made
known!
Oh
the glory that surrounds there
Those
accepted in His
Son!
Who
can tell the depths of bliss
Spoken
by the Father's kiss?
All
His joy told out unhindered,
Nought
but Christ His eye can
see;
Christ
into His joy has entered,
And
in Christ He welcomes
me.
Would
I know how dear to God?
Priceless,
as Christ's precious blood.
"There,"
He saith, "and thus I meet thee,
On
the mercy-seat
above;
There
I commune with thee, greet thee,
Tell
thee all thy Father's
love--
There
thy blest reward shall be
All
that Jesus is to Me."
One
with Him, O Lord, before Thee,
There
I live, and yet not
I;
Christ
it is who there adores Thee;
Who
more dear, or who more
nigh?
All
the Father's heart mine own--
Mine--and
yet His Son's alone.
Place
of glory, place of blessing,
Place
where God His heart
displays,
All
in Thee, O Christ, possessing,
Thine
the voice that leads our
praise;
Thine
the new eternal song,
Through
the ages borne along.
As
within His Temple olden,
Was
there seen no costly stone,[1]
Nought
but cedar, carved and golden,
Nought
but Christ, and Christ
alone--
So
the stones so dearly bought,
God
in heaven beholds them not.
All
the worth I have before Him
Is
the value of the
Blood;
I
present when I adore Him,
Christ,
the First-fruits, unto
God.
Him
with joy doth God behold,
Thus
is my acceptance told.
W. R.
