318. 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 Saviour and the Friend of man.

Jesus, who suffered here below,

Feels sympathy with human woe,

And still remembers, in the skies,

His tears, His prayers, His agonies.

In every pang that rends the heart

The Man of sorrows had a part;

Touched with the feeling of our grief,

He to the sufferer sends relief.

With 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.

All praise to God the Father be,

All praise, Eternal Son, to Thee,

Whom, with the Spirit, we adore

For ever and for evermore.