Where high the heavenly temple stands, <br />The house of God not made with hands, <br />A great High Priest our nature wears, <br />The Patron of mankind appears. <br /> <br />He who for men in mercy stood, <br />And pour'd on earth his precious blood, <br />Pursues in heaven his plan of grace, <br />The guardian God of human race. <br /> <br />Though now ascended up on high, <br />He bends on earth a brother's eye, <br />Partaker of the human name, <br />He knows the frailty of our frame. <br /> <br />Our fellow-sufferer yet retains <br />A fellow-feeling of our pains; <br />And still remembers in the skies <br />His tears, and agonies, and cries. <br /> <br />In every pang that rends the heart, <br />The Man of Sorrows had a part; <br />He sympathises in our grief, <br />And to the sufferer sends relief. <br /> <br />With boldness, therefore, at the throne <br />Let us make all our sorrows known, <br />And ask the aids of heavenly power, <br />To help us in the evil hour.<br /><br />John Logan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-ix-where-high-the-heavenly-temple-stands/
