The aton­ing work is done,
The vic­tim’s blood is shed;
And Je­sus now is gone
His peo­ple’s cause to plead:
He stands in Hea­ven their great high priest,
And bears their names up­on His breast.

He sprin­kles with His blood
The mer­cy-seat above;
For jus­tice had with­stood
The pur­pos­es of love:
But jus­tice now ob­jects no more,
And mer­cy yields her bound­less store.

No tem­ple made with hands
His place of ser­vice is;
In Hea­ven it­self He stands,
A hea­ven­ly priest­hood His:
In Him the sha­dows of the law
Are all ful­filled, and now with­draw.

And though awhile He be
Hid from the eyes of men,
His peo­ple look to see
Their great high priest again:
In bright­est glo­ry He will come,
And take His wait­ing peo­ple home.