Before the Throne of God Above

I have recently "discovered" this beautiful hymn. It is an old hymn with a new tune put to it. It is number 180 in "Hymns of Truth and Praise." (the red hymn book) I enjoy playing it by ear on piano and singing it.

You can listen to the tune here: Before the Throne of God Above

Before the throne of God above I have a strong, a 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 heav'n 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.

Behold Him there! the risen Lamb! My perfect, spotless Righteousness, The great unchangeable I AM, The King of glory and of grace!

One with 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.

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