Come, let us join our songs of praise
To our as­cend­ed priest;
He en­tered Hea­ven with all our names
Engraven on His breast.

Below He washed our guilt away,
By His aton­ing blood;
Now He ap­pears be­fore the throne,
And pleads our cause with God.

Clothed with our na­ture still, He knows
The weak­ness of our frame,
And how to shield us from the foes
Which He Him­self o’er­came.

Nor time, nor dist­ance, e’er shall quench
The fer­vor of His love;
For us He died in kind­ness here,
For us He lives ab­ove.

Oh! may we ne’er for­get His grace,
Nor blush to bear His name;
Still may our hearts hold fast His faith—
Our lips His praise pro­claim.