Songs 58

¹Where high the heav’nly temple stands,

The house of God not made with hands,

A great High Priest our nature wears,

The guardian of mankind appears.

²He who for men their surety stood,

And pour’d on earth his precious blood,

Pursues in heav’n his mighty plan,

The Saviour and the friend of man.

³Though now ascended up on high,

He bends on earth a brother’s eye;

Partaker of the human name,

He knows the frailty of our frame.

⁴Our fellow‐suff’rer yet retains

A fellow‐feeling of our pains;

And still remembers in the skies

His tears, his agonies, and cries.

⁵In ev’ry pang that rends the heart,

The Man of sorrows had a part;

He sympathizes with our grief,

And to the suff’rer sends relief.

⁶With boldness, therefore, at the throne,

Let us make all our sorrows known;

And ask the aids of heav’nly pow’r

To help us in the evil hour.