Priesthood of Christ

Verse 1

Now let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High-Priest above, And celebrate his constant care And sympathetic love.

Verse 2

Though raised to heaven's exalted throne, Where angels bow around, And high o'er all the hosts of light, With matchless honors crowned--

Verse 3

The names of all his saints he bears, Deep graven on his heart; Nor shall the weakest Christian say That he has lost his part.

Verse 4

Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust, When gems and monuments and crowns Have moldered down to dust.

Verse 5

So, gracious Saviour, on my breast May thy loved name be worn, A sacred ornament and guard, To endless ages borne.