By Faith I Look

By faith I look where Christ has gone

And see up­on His Fa­ther’s throne

A Man

with glo­ry crowned;

His brow is marred

and on His side

Whence flowed the cleans­ing crim­son tide

The marks of love are found.

Here is the re­cord of the past—

Fruit of my sins that bound Him fast

To that de­grad­ing tree;

In ev­ery wound I read my guilt

And thank Him that His blood was spilt

To set my con­science free.

I look again

and now I see

That bless­èd Man en­gaged for me

His hands up­lift­ed high;

Before the throne of God He pleads

God’s great High Priest

He in­ter­cedes

And so pre­serves me nigh.

Once more I gaze up­on that face

And lo! as if to leave His place

He seems ab­out to rise;

Recalling His I quick­ly come

I learn His thought—to fetch me home

To praise Him in the skies.

What love! He washed my sins away

Thus bold­ness in the Judg­ment Day

For me there doth re­main.

What grace! now oc­cu­pied with me

He wills I should His glo­ry see

When He re­turns again!