136. The Veil Is Rent--Our Souls Draw Near

C.M.
by J.G. Deck
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The veil is rent — our souls draw near
 
Unto a throne of grace;
 
The merits of the Lord appear,
 
They fill the holy place.
“Jesus, when he had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost. And, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent.” (Matthew 27:50-51)
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His precious blood has spoken there,
 
Before and on the throne:
 
And His own wounds in heaven declare,
 
The atoning work is done.
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’Tis finished — here our souls have rest,
 
His work can never fail:
 
By Him, our Sacrifice and Priest,
 
We pass within the veil.
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Within the holiest of all,
 
Cleansed by His precious blood,
 
Before the throne we prostrate fall,
 
And worship Thee, O God!
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Boldly the heart and voice we raise,
 
His blood, His name, our plea;
 
Assured our prayers and songs of praise
 
Ascend, by Christ, to Thee.
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