Let Us Draw Near

Why stand I lin­ger­ing with­out

In fear

and wea­ri­ness

and doubt

When all is light with­in?

O Thou

the new and liv­ing way

The trem­bler’s guide

the sin­ner’s stay

My high priest

lead me in!

I know the mer­cy seat is there

On which Thou sitt’st to an­swer pray­er;

I know the blood is shed;

The ev­er­last­ing co­ve­nant sealed

The ev­er­las­ting grace re­vealed

And life has reached the dead!

Not the mere para­dise below;

The heav­en of heav­ens is op­ened now

And we its bliss re­gain;

Guarded so long by fire and sword

The gate stands wide

the way re­stored

The veil is rent in twain!

Without the cloud and gloom ap­pear

The pe­ril and the storm are near

The foe is rag­ing round;

Then let me bold­ly en­ter in

There end my dan­ger

fear

and sin

And rest on ho­ly ground.