This is the art of celebration Knowing we’re free from condemnation O praise the One, praise the One Who made an end to all my sin This is the art of celebration Knowing we’re free from condemnation O praise the One, praise the One Who made an end to all my sin This is the art of celebration Knowing we’re free from condemnation O praise the One, praise the One Who made an end to all my sin When condemnation grips my heart And Satan tempts me to despair I hear the voice that scatters fear The Great I AM! The Lord is here
Boldly I approach the throne Blameless now I’m running home By your blood I come, welcomed as your own Into the arms of majesty
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
When the Lord rides out of heaven Mighty angels at his side They will sound the final trumpet From the grave we shall arise! He has given life immortal We shall see him face to face Through eternity we’ll praise him Christ – the champion of our faith!