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