NOW let our cheerful eyes survey Our great High Priest above, And celebrate His constant care, And sympathetic love.
Though raised to a superior throne, Where angels bow around, And high o’er all the shining throng With matchless honours crowned . . .
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.
His attributes shall still abide— Our everlasting trust— When gems, and monuments, and crowns, Are mouldered down to dust.
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