Before the throne of God above I have a strong, a perfect plea;
A great High Priest, whose name is Love, who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on his hands, my name is written on his heart;
I know that while in heaven he stands no tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair and tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look, and see him there who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died, my sinful soul is counted free;
For God the Just is satisfied to look on him and pardon me,
Behold him there! the risen Lamb, my perfect, spotless righteousness;
The great unchangeable “I AM,” the King of glory and of grace!
One with himself, I cannot die, my soul is purchased by his blood;
My life is hid with Christ…