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.