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Isaac Watts - Hymn 108
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Access to the throne of grace by a mediator.

Come, let us lift our joyful eyes
Up to the courts above,
And smile to see our Father there
Upon a throne of love.

Once `twas a seat of dreadful wrath,
And shot devouring flame
Our God appeared "consuming fire,"
And Vengeance was his name.

Rich were the drops of Jesus` blood
That calmed his frowning face,
That sprinkled o`er the burning throne,
And turned the wrath to grace.

Now we may bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guards his seat,
Nor double-flaming sword.

The peaceful gates of heav`nly bliss
Are opened by the Son;
High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach th` almighty throne.

To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high;
And glory to th` eternal King,
That lays his fury by.
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