Where high the heavenly temple stands

1Where high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wears, The Guardian of mankind appears.

2He who for men their surety stood, And poured on earth his precious blood,
Pursues in heaven his mighty plan, The Saviour and the Friend of man.

3In every pang that rends the heart, The Man of sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes with our grief, And to the sufferer sends relief.

4With boldness, therefore, at the throne Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aid of heavenly power To help us in the evil hour.