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 Saviour 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 ev'ry 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 pow'r
to help us in the evil hour.