1 Praise God for tidings glad —
We're at the throne of grace;
Our gospel's not so low,
We're in the highest place.
We're meeting here around the throne,
Enjoying God with all His own.
2 Start in the outer court,
But aim to get inside;
The Holy Place is good,
But do not there abide.
Leave sin behind — it's put away;
We're in the veil with God to stay.
3 To rise from earth to heav'n,
A deeper turn we need;
To be where Christ is now
Upon the throne indeed.
We're gathered at the throne of grace,
Beholding Jesus face to face.
4 We're being turned as one,
Not individually;
Not private Christians now.
But Body Christians we.
As members here in one accord,
We are the Body of the Lord.
5 As Body Christians now
We have a higher word.
Foundation's word we see,
'Tis altar, cross, and blood.
Perfection's word is little known,
'Tis fellowship around the throne.
6 Christ is objective too,
But subjective are we
In our experience;
Our spirit is the key.
God, throne, and holiest — we see
Our spirit now contains all three.
7 Leviticus is past,
And Aaron's work is o'er;
Melchisedec is here,
High Priest forevermore;
His ministry is now so fine:
He comes to feed us bread and wine.