Where High the Heavenly Temple Stands

Where 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.

He who for men their sure­ty stood

And poured on earth His pre­cious blood

Pursues in Heav­en His migh­ty plan

The Sav­ior and the friend of man.

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.

Our fel­low suf­fer­er yet re­tains

A fel­low feel­ing of our pains:

And still re­mem­bers in the skies

His tears

His ago­nies

and cries.

In ev­ery pang that rends the heart

The Man of Sor­rows had a part

He sym­pa­thiz­es with our grief

And to the suf­fer­er sends re­lief.

With bold­ness

there­fore

at the throne

Let us make all our sor­rows known;

And ask the aids of heav­en­ly pow­er

To help us in the ev­il hour.