1     Praise God for tidings glad —

       We're at the throne of grace;

       Our gospel's not so low,

       We're in the highest place.

    We're meeting here around the throne,

    Enjoying God with all His own.

 2     Start in the outer court,

       But aim to get inside;

       The Holy Place is good,

       But do not there abide.

    Leave sin behind — it's put away;

    We're in the veil with God to stay.

 3     To rise from earth to heav'n,

       A deeper turn we need;

       To be where Christ is now

       Upon the throne indeed.

    We're gathered at the throne of grace,

    Beholding Jesus face to face.

 4     We're being turned as one,

       Not individually;

       Not private Christians now.

       But Body Christians we.

    As members here in one accord,

    We are the Body of the Lord.

 5     As Body Christians now

       We have a higher word.

       Foundation's word we see,

       'Tis altar, cross, and blood.

    Perfection's word is little known,

    'Tis fellowship around the throne.

 6     Christ is objective too,

       But subjective are we

       In our experience;

       Our spirit is the key.

    God, throne, and holiest — we see

    Our spirit now contains all three.

 7     Leviticus is past,

       And Aaron's work is o'er;

       Melchisedec is here,

       High Priest forevermore;

    His ministry is now so fine:

    He comes to feed us bread and wine.