The Work That Saves

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.