1 I see a man at God's right hand,
Upon the throne of God,
And there in sevenfold light I see
The sevenfold sprinkled blood.
I look upon that glorious Man,
On that blood-sprinkled throne;
I know that he sits there for me,
That glory is my own.
2 The heart of God flows forth in love,
A deep eternal stream;
Through that beloved Son it flows
To me as unto him.
And, looking on his face, I know--
Weak, worthless, though I be--
How deep, how measureless, how sweet,
That love of God to me.
3 The Lord who sits upon the throne
With them his joy will share,
And there the sprinkled blood appears
That he may set them there.
From fear dark places of the earth,
From depths of sin and shame,
He takes the vessels for his grace,
A people for his name.