Triumphant Through the Cross
By Worthie Harris Holden
Soul, enter thou within the judgment-hall
Of Him who rules high heaven,
And prostrate bow before the Lord of all,
To hear thy sentence given. Bared 'neath His awful gaze, what canst thou plead
Of righteousness thine own?
What honor rendered or what valiant deed
Claims mercy at His throne? His piercing eye detects each secret sin,
Each faltering step astray:
He knows the leprosy that dwells within,
Well hidden from the day. Before that scrutiny, thou now would'st die
In ignominy there.
But list! I hear the radiant Saviour nigh
Prevail for thee in prayer,— The Sinless One who urges that His life
May substitute thine own,
That Calvary's divine yet mortal strife
May for thy death atone,— And thou art freed! Saved to proclaim the love
That Heaven holds for thee!
Saved that the character of God above
Be praised eternally! Rise to the fulness of redeeming grace,
Extol the might of Heaven,
That thou, a sinner saved, shalt see His face,
And prove His mercy given.