Done is the work that saves!
Once and for ev­er done.
Finished the right­eous­ness
That clothes th’un­right­eous one.
The love that bless­es us be­low
Is flow­ing free­ly to us now.

The sac­ri­fice is o’er,
The veil is rent in twain,
The mer­cy-seat is red
With blood of vic­tim slain;
Why stand we then with­out, in fear?
The blood di­vine in­vites us near.

The gate is op­en wide,
The new and liv­ing way
Is clear and free and bright,
With love and peace and day;
Into the ho­li­est now we come,
Our pre­sent and our end­less home.

Upon the mer­cy-seat
The High Priest sits with­in;
The blood is in His hand
Which makes and keeps us clean.
With bold­ness let us now draw near,
That blood has ban­ished ev­ery fear.

Then to the Lamb once slain
Be glo­ry, praise, and pow­er,
Who died and lives again,
Who liv­eth ev­er­more;
Who loved and washed us in His blood.
Who made us kings and priests to God.