Now let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above; And celebrate His constant care, And sympathising love. Though raised to a transcendent throne, Where angels bow around, And high, o'er all the shining train, With matchless honours crowned; The names of all His saints He bears Deep graves on His heart: Nor shall the meanest Christian say That he hath lost his part. Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust, When gems, and monuments, and crowns Are mouldered down to dust. So, gracious Saviour, on my breast, May Thy dear name be worn, A sacred ornament and guard, To endless ages borne.
