On Heavenly Heights

Verse 1

On heav’nly heights an Angel stands; He takes our prayer in heav’nly hands, And with celestial incense rare, He mingles every heart-felt prayer Of those who trust His precious blood To reconcile their souls to God.

Verse 2

Then from that glorious, heav’nly place Descend the lightnings of His grace; To heal, to strengthen and provide, For those who trust in Him who died. “Who died,” I say?—Yea, He who rose Triumphant, Conqu’ror of His foes.

Verse 3

Who is this priestly Angel bright, Who thus dispels our darkest night? ’Tis He who set the captive free, Jesus who died on Calv’ry’s tree; Who is, who was, and is to come— The glory of His Father’s Home!