O God our Fa­ther, we would come to Thee
In virtue of our Sav­ior’s precious blood;
All distance gone; our souls by grace set free;
We worship Thee, our Fa­ther and our God.

We would, O God, present before Thy face
The fragrant name of Thy belovèd Son;
By faith we view Him in that holy place,
Which, by His dying, He for us has won.

We share Thy joy in Him who sitteth there;
Our hearts delight in Thy delight in Him;
Chiefest of thousands, fairer than the fair;
His glo­ry naught can tarnish, naught can dim.

We bow in worship now before Thy throne,
By faith the object of Thy love would see;
Who, in the midst, His brethren’s song doth lead.
To Him, our Sav­ior, shall the glo­ry be!