The veil is rent! Lo! Jesus stands
Before the throne of grace;
And clouds of incense from His hands
Fill all that glorious place.
His precious blood is sprinkled there,
Before and on the throne;
And His own wounds in heav'n declare
His work on earth is done.
" 'Tis finished!" on the cross He said,
'In agonies and blood;
'Tis finished: now He lives to plead
Before the face of God.
" 'Tis finished!" Here our souls can rest,
His work can never fail;
By Him, our Sacrifice and Priest,
We enter through the veil.