Now Let Our Cheerful Eyes Survey

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 train

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 my breast

May Thy dear name be worn

A sac­red or­na­ment and guard

To end­less ag­es borne.