The Atoning Work Is Done

Th’aton­ing work is done

The vic­tim’s blood is shed;

And Je­sus now is gone

His peo­ple’s cause to plead:

He stands in Heav’n 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.