The Cherubims, their wings o'er-spread, The mercy seat to show,

That God would leave His Heav'nly throne, To walk with men below.

And now by faith I comprehend, This course He took for me,

Forsaking garments glorious, To taste mortality.

Who now by sin is over-come, Christ in the Garden see,

The cup of wrath for you wrings out, Great drops of agony.

Poor, weary pilgrim on the way, When sin and doubt assail,

The cleansing blood at Calvary, For you will yet avail.

When sin besets, unto this seat, Of mercy boldly go,

For our High Priest compassionate, Infirmity does know.

Now sin, death, hell and Satan all, Are crushed beneath His feet,

So Christian now in confidence, Go forth, your crown receive.

Chorus:

Praise God, praise God, He's ris'n again, Our Great High Priest, the sinner's Friend,

His blood of sprinkling now speaks for me, And shall for all eternity.