Now let our cheerful eyes survey

Our great High Priest above,

And celebrate his constant care

And sympathetic love.

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—

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.

4 Those characters shall fair abide,

Our everlasting trust,

When gems, and monuments, and crowns,

Have moldered down to dust.

5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast

May thy loved name be worn—

A sacred ornament and guard,

To endless ages borne.