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.