Come, let us join in songs of praise

To our ascended Priest;

He entered heaven with all our names

Engraven on his breast.

2 On earth he washed our guilt away

By his atoning blood;

Now he appears before the throne,

And pleads our cause with God.

3 What though while here we oft must feel

Temptation’s keenest dart;

Our tender High Priest feels it too,

And will appease the smart.

4 Clothed with our nature still, he knows

The weakness of our frame,

And how to shield us from the foes

Which he himself o’ercame.

5 Nor time nor distance e’er shall quench

The fervor of his love;

For us he died in kindness here,

For us he lives above.

6 O may we ne’er forget his grace,

Nor blush to wear his name!

Still may our hearts hold fast his faith,

Our lips his praise proclaim!