High Priest.

NOW let our cheerful eyes survey Our Great High Priest above, And celebrate his constant care And sympathizing love.

Though raised to heaven's exalted throne, Where angels bow around, And high o'er all the hosts of light, With matchless honors crowned.

The names of all his saints he bears, Deep graven on his heart; Nor shall the meanest Christian say That he hath lost his part.

Those characters shall fair abide, Our everlasting trust, When gems, and monuments, and crowns Are moldered down to dust.

So, gracious Savior, on our breasts May thy dear name be worn, A sacred ornament and guard, To endless ages borne.