Before the throne of God ab­ove
I have a strong and per­fect plea.
A great high priest whose name is Love
Who ev­er lives and pleads for me.
My name is grav­en on His hands,
My name is writ­ten on His heart.
I know that while in Hea­ven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence de­part.

When Sa­tan tempts me to des­pair
And tells me of the guilt with­in,
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sin­less Sav­ior died
My sin­ful soul is count­ed free.
For God the just is sa­tis­fied
To look on Him and par­don me.

Behold Him there the ris­en Lamb,
My per­fect spot­less right­eous­ness,
The great un­change­able I AM,
The King of glo­ry and of grace,
One in Him­self I can­not die.
My soul is pur­chased by His blood,
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ my Sav­ior and my God!