The Seat of Glory

We look and it won’t fade away—
The glory cast from Sinai’s Mount
To Cross where death has had its way
And goodness does not seem to count.

Then glory spreads to cover tomb
Where Body of the dead One’s laid
And drives away the dark of gloom—
Again the glory does not fade.

Then through the night that glory wraps
Around that tomb in Garden dark,
As wind-blown glory wakes from nap
The One who crown of thorns has marked.

This glory’s wind His grave stone rolls
As grave clothes from Him are unwound,
And He emerges from the fold
Of death by which He is not bound.

He says to all His friends, “Don’t fear,
For from your grave we’ll roll the stone
And with you glory will climb stair
That is my Cross where sin’s atoned.

“At top of stair you’ll Father see
As glory gathers at His feet
All of my friends who bend their knee
To glory’s source, His mercy seat. “