Before His Eye

Faces co­vered

wings re­splen­dent

Seraphim be­fore Him bow!

Angels trem­ble

mar­tyrs weep

And saints per­fect­ed praise Him now!

Holy is the an­gels’ Mak­er

He who spread His stars in the skies.

Holy is the Judge of Cre­ation

All lies bare be­fore His eyes!

Woe is me

for I am ru­ined!

For my eyes have seen the King!

Robed in right­eous­ness

and ho­ly:

Hear the Voice of Judg­ment ring!

All un­clean

my lips

my spir­it

Vile and foul in all I do!

All cor­rupt

my heart with­in me

Wretched

wick­ed through and through!

Every hope I must aban­don!

Guilty

I await His stroke.

Now must come His righ­teous sen­tence:

Wait! A Bright Form parts the smoke!

Bleeding feet stride through the tem­ple!

Christ ap­proach­es

weep­ing love!

Wounded hands re­move my fil­thi­ness

God’s ca­ress in ev­ery move.

Freely righ­teous! Full atone­ment!

Justified

from sin set free!

By the word of God the Fa­ther

I’m de­clared as pure as HE!

At the Cross

His wounds ac­quit me!

Fatal wounds pro­claim His praise!

And the Emp­ty Tomb sings His glo­ries:

Justice is as­suaged by Grace!