We come forward, Abba, Father

We come forward, Abba, Father,
By Thy Son led to Thy throne;
Praise and worship to Thee offer,
Abba’s lovingkindness own.
Thou art on the throne rejoicing,
Thine eternal plan is done:
Death and rising, lost ones finding—
We’re Thy people in Thy Son.

Bread and cup set on the table,
Which we all partake as one,
Clearly manifest in symbol
All the work of Thy dear Son.
On the cross, His body broken,
Made a new and living way;
We come forward, now ’tis open,
Gladly “Abba, Father” say.

Precious blood has flowed out for us,
Sins, transgressions, cleared away;
Righteousness and anger toward us
No more claim on us can lay.
His blood stands before Thee ever;
Better things it does proclaim.
Thus He’s silenced the accuser
And released us from self-blame.

Lower than the angels’ measure,
What is man, O God, to Thee?
That Thou visit, even treasure,
Reconciling him to Thee.
Only man receives forgiveness,
Not the angels who rebelled.
To Thee, Father, praise ne’er ceases
For Thy grace unparalleled.