Where high the heavenly temple stands
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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.
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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.
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In every pang that rends the heart,The Man of sorrows had a part;He sympathizes with our grief,And to the sufferer sends relief.
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With boldness, therefore, at the throneLet us make all our sorrows known,And ask the aid of heavenly power,To help us in the evil hour.