Come, Let Us Lift Our Joyful Eyes

Come

let us lift our joy­ful eyes

Up to the courts above

And smile to see our Fa­ther there

Upon a throne of love.

Once ’twas a seat of dread­ful wrath

And shot de­vour­ing flame;

Our God ap­peared con­sum­ing fire

And Ven­geance was His name.

Rich were the drops of Je­sus’ blood

That calmed His frown­ing face

That sprin­kled o’er the burn­ing throne

And turned the wrath to grace.

Now we may bow be­fore His feet

And ven­ture near the Lord;

No fie­ry cher­ub guards His seat

Nor double-flam­ing sword.

The peace­ful gates of heav’n­ly bliss

Are op­ened by the Son;

High let us raise our notes of praise

And reach th’al­migh­ty throne.

To Thee ten thou­sand thanks we bring

Great Ad­vo­cate on high;

And glo­ry to th’eter­nal King

That lays His fu­ry by.