Our Great High Priest

Emboldened by my priest, I come
Before the throne of grace,
And there find mercy to press home
Through toil-laden days.

Though every step I seem to fall,
I know I cannot fail:
My great Forerunner, once for all,
Has entered now the veil!

This road each weary step he trod,
That I, a worm of earth,
Might stand before a holy God,
Dressed only in his worth;

Thus I (poor, vile son of earth)
So confident may be,
For God sees now my Savior’s worth,
And smiles, and welcomes me!

So doubly sure of grace am I,
That have two things of God,
Who will not fail and cannot lie –
His promise and his blood!

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