EXALTED to His Father’s glorious throne,
Both heaven and earth His high dominion own:
And there as our High Priest He intercedes,
Our feeble prayers accepts—His merit pleads.
No angel could a sinner’s trials know,
Or truly sympathize with human woe;
The Glorious God-man Abraham’s seed hath worn,
In flesh and blood, our griefs and sorrows borne—
As man He wept, and suffer’d here below,
And still as man He pities all our woe;
Not only as my God my grief can view,
But, as a tender Brother feel it too!
And though the Saviour’s glory now is great,
He hath not changed His nature, but His state;
And still He bears that gracious heart I see,
That on the bloody cross was pierced for me.
Saints may with Jesus all their cares confide;
He lives to plead for those for whom He died.