282		CM
	NOW let our cheerful eyes survey    Our great High Priest above, And celebrate His constant care,     And sympathetic love.
2	Though raised to a superior throne,     Where angels bow around, And high o’er all the shining throng     With matchless honours crowned . . .
3	The names of all His saints He bears     Deep graven on His heart; Nor shall the humblest Christian say     That he has lost his part.
4	His attributes shall still abide—     Our everlasting trust— When gems, and monuments, and crowns,     Are mouldered down to dust.
5	So, gracious Saviour, on my breast     May Thy dear name be worn, A sacred ornament and guard,     To endless ages borne.
	Philip Doddridge, 1702-51