Our great High Priest is sit­ting
At God’s right hand ab­ove,
For us His hands up­lift­ing,
In sym­pa­thy and love:
Whilst here be­low, in weak­ness,
We on­ward speed our way;
In sor­row oft and sick­ness,
We sigh, and groan, and pray.

Through ma­ni­fold temp­ta­tion,
My soul holds on its course;
Christ’s migh­ty in­ter­ces­sion
Alone is my re­source;
My gra­cious High Priest’s plead­ings,
Who on the cross did bleed,
Bring down God’s grace and bless­ings,
Help in each hour of need.

O Jesus, bless­èd Sav­ior,
We hope to see Thee soon,
Who once on earth did suf­fer,
Who soon for us wilt come;
’Twas God’s most gra­cious fa­vor,
That gave His Son to die—
To live our in­ter­ces­sor,
To plead for us on high.