Before the throne of God above
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Before the throne of God aboveOur Intercessor stands;Pleads for his own with deathless love,With pierced and bleeding hands.
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The barren rocks of CalvaryEchoed his dying cries,When Christ became, as sin for me,A wondrous Sacrifice.
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Not yet may victors' songs be sungIn realms of endless light,Not yet the notes of triumph rungBy saints all robed in white.
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Not yet do pilgrims' weary feetFind sweet abiding rest;But when redemption is complete,We'll dwell among the blest.