There's a cradle of compassion called the throne of grace,
where sins are all forgiven, gone without a trace.
There is praise of love's redemption sung in anthem sweet,
where angel choirs have gathered around his mercy seat.
There's a valley of decision that countless feet have trod,
two roads that we may travel, but only one that leads to God.
There's a healing, cleansing fountain beneath the Father's throne,
the gift of grace and mercy to those who will atone.
There's a home that he has promised in heaven up above,
then face to face with Jesus, his arms outstretched in love.