Before the Throne My Savior Stands - Poem

Before The Throne My Savior Stands

Arise, my soul, arise,

Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Savior stands;

My name is written on his hands.

He ever lives above,

For me to intercede;

His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood, to plead;

His blood was shed for all our race,

And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds He bears,

Received on Calvary;

They pour effectual prayers,

They strongly speak for me;

Forgive him, O, forgive! they cry,

Nor let the contrite sinner die!

The Father hears Him pray,

His dear, anointed One;

He cannot turn away

The presence of his Son;

His spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me I'm a child of God

Charles Wesley

Another great poem found in the book I am reading:

The Cross and Its Shadow