by Guest » Thu Dec 19, 2013 3:04 pm
"No More Veil !"
"Boldness to enter into the holiest "¦ by a new and living way." Heb. 10 : 19, 20.
Frances Bevan. Irby. 8.7.8.7.7.7 H.J. Gauntlett.
(In the key of D major, the highest note is a b flat.)
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 !
2. In the roes 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.
3. Oh, the welcome I have found there,
God in all His love made known !
Oh, the glories that surround there,
Those accepted in His Son !
Who can tell the depths of bliss,
Spoken by the Father's kiss ?
4. 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.
5. 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.
"No More Veil !"
"Boldness to enter into the holiest "¦ by a new and living way." Heb. 10 : 19, 20.
Frances Bevan. Irby. 8.7.8.7.7.7 H.J. Gauntlett.
(In the key of D major, the highest note is a b flat.)
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 !
2. In the roes 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.
3. Oh, the welcome I have found there,
God in all His love made known !
Oh, the glories that surround there,
Those accepted in His Son !
Who can tell the depths of bliss,
Spoken by the Father's kiss ?
4. 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.
5. 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.