1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the courts above, And smile to see our Father there Upon a throne of love.
2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath, And shot devouring flame; Our God appear'd consuming fire, And vengeance was his name.
3 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.
4 Now we may bow before his feet, And venture near the Lord; No fiery cherub guards his seat, Nor double-flaming sword.
5 The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss Are open'd by the Son; High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th' Almighty throne.
6 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring Great Advocate on high: And glory to th' eternal King That lays his fury by.