A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy ‎#171

171. While high the heav'nly temple stands

1 Where high the heav'nly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
a great Highpriest our nature wears,
The guardian of our souls appears.

2 His race for ever is complete,
For ever undisturb'd his seat;
Myriads of angels round him fly,
And sing his well-gain'd victory.

3 The Saviour and the Friend of man
Pursues in heav'n his gracious plan;
And, though ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye.

4 Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight,
With sacred wonder and delight;
At God's right hand thy Saviour see,
Enter'd within the veil for thee.

5 With filial boldness, at the throne,
Make all thy cares and sorrows known;
And ask the aids of heav'nly pow'r
To help thee in the evil hour.

Text Information

• First Line: While high the heav'nly temple stands
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1814
• Topic: Resurrection and Glory of Christ
• Notes: Public Domain.

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