Come, let us join our songs of praise
To our as­cend­ed Priest;
He entered Hea­ven with all our names
Engraven on His breast.

Below He washed our guilt away,
By His atoning blood;
Now He appears before the throne,
And pleads our cause with God.

Clothed with our nature still, He knows
The weakness of our frame,
And how to shield us from the foes
Which He Himself o’ercame.

Nor time, nor distance, e’er shall quench
The fervor of His love;
For us He died in kindness here,
For us He lives above.

Oh! may we ne’er forget His grace,
Nor blush to bear His name;
Still may our hearts hold fast His faith—
Our lips His praise pro­claim.