Now let our cheerful eyes surveyOur 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 bearsEngraven on His heart;Nor shall a name once treasured thereE’er from His care depart.
Those characters shall fair abideOur 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.