The Atoning Work Is Done

The atoning work is done,

The Victim's blood is shed;

And Jesus now is gone

His people's cause to plead:

He stands in Heaven their great High Priest,

And bears their names upon His breast.

He sprinkles with His blood

The mercy-seat above;

For justice had withstood

The purposes of love:

But justice now objects no more,

And mercy yields her boundless store.

No temple made with hands

His place of service is;

In Heaven itself He stands,

A heavenly priesthood His:

In Him the shadows of the law

Are all fulfilled, and now withdraw.

And though awhile He be

Hid from the eyes of men,

His people look to see

Their great High Priest again:

In brightest glory He will come,

And take His waiting people home.