He ever lives to make intercession for us.
  LORD, how shall sinners dare
  
  Look up to thine abode?
  
  Or offer their imperfect prayer,
  
  Before a holy God?
  2 Bright terrors guard thy seat,
  
  And glories veil thy face;
  
  Yet mercy calls us to thy feet,
  
  And to thy throne of grace.
  3 My soul, with cheerful eye
  
  See where thy Saviour stands,—
  
  The glorious Advocate on high,
  
  With incense in his hands.
  4 Teach my weak heart, O Lord,
  
  With faith to call thee mine;
  
  Bid me pronounce the blissful Word—
  
  Father—with joy divine.
                  Anne Steele
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
No comments:
Post a Comment