Before the throne of God above

1Before the throne of God above
Our Intercessor stands,
Pleads for his own with deathless love,
With pierced and bleeding hands.

2The herren rocks of Calvary
Echoed his dying cries,
When Christ became, and sin for me,
A wondrous Sacrifice.

3Not yet may victors' songs be sung
In realms of endless light,
Not yet the notes of triumph rung
By saints all robed in white.

4Not yet do pilgrims' weary feet
Find sweet abiding rest;
But when redemption is complete,
We'll dwell among the blest.