Where high the heav’nly temple stands,

1.

Where high the heav’nly temple stands,

The house of God not made with hands,

A great High Priest our nature wears,

The Guardian of mankind appears.

2.

He, who for men their surety stood,

And pour’d on earth His precious blood,

Pursues in heav’n his mighty plan,

The Savior and the Friend of man.

3.

Though now ascended up on high,

He bends on earth a brother’s eye;

Partaker of the human name,

He knows the frailty of our frame.

4.

Our fellow-suff’rer yet retains

A fellow feeling of our pains;

And still remembers in the skies

His tears, his agonies and cries.

5.

In every pang that rends the heart

The Man of Sorrows had a part;

He sympathizes with our grief,

And to the suff’rer sends relief.

6.

With boldness therefore at the throne

Let us make all our sorrows known;

And ask the aid of heav’nly power

To help us in the evil hour.