|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|