Now let our cheerful eyes survey
Our great high priest above,
And celebrate His constant care,
And sympathetic love.
Though raised to a superior throne,
Where angels bow around,
And high o’er all the shining train,
With matchless honors crowned;
The names of all His saints He bears
Deep graven 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 moldered down to dust.
So, gracious Savior, on my breast,
May Thy dear name be worn,
A sacred ornament and guard,
To endless ages borne.